Lin Fan started calming down. Initially, he had thought that the figure was just the fragment of one’s consciousness left behind. But by the looks of it, that wasn’t the case at all. It seemed to be a Godly type of consciousness with its own free will!
And based on what the figure had mentioned earlier, refilling it with sufficient True Energy should be able to reanimate it seven times. Furthermore, that simple punch that was thrown required a greater celestial’s comprehension abilities to learn it.
Regarding this, Lin Fan no longer had any complaints. After all, requirements were requirements. If those were the requirements set for the punch, there was nothing he could do about it.
But as to that consciousness itself, shouldn’t it probably be someone who contained a shit ton of secrets within itself? If he were able to establish some sort of communication with it, then that’d be pretty good for his prospects, wouldn’t it?
