Mount Dragon Head was actually a piece of an invincible god item from ancient times, similar to the Cruiser of Civilization. By imbuing it with immense godpower, Dragon Floret had made it an animadestiny item of his own, allowing it to hang in the air in the god kingdom of the House of God Ordainment.

The mountain had become a part of him, an aspect of his soul that flourished as he flourished, and declined if he declined.

The fact that Mount Dragon Head had fallen out of the sky was incontrovertible evidence that Dragon Floret had been destroyed in body and soul. In other words, he couldn’t be resurrected. It was an extremely dramatic and tragic thing for a child of primeval chaos to have been truly killed.

It wasn’t just the lower-level disciples in the sect who were shocked by this development. The nine Perfect Gods who had been discussing matters with Jadefall and her Master were stunned. After a long moment passed, Heroism let loose a groan as wretched as if he were mourning his own father and mother. “Dear lord... Dragon Floret, you’re dead? Who killed you? How could you have died?”

“Dragon Floret is dead?”...