The old man with lifeless eyes offered Pang Jian a few words of caution before returning Pang Jian's divine sense to his body.0

Although the old man still sat quietly in the same spot, his body now exuded an aura of death.0

There was neither a soul nor any trace of vitality in his frail body. The old man was clearly dead, or more accurately, he had died long ago.0

Unable to see any hope, he had taken his own life back when the upheaval first broke out.0

Dozens like him had similarly committed suicide, and their bodies were scattered throughout the city.0

Someone had sent their will into the mind of the dead old man, drawing Pang Jian's divine sense into a void-like space to offer a piece of advice.0

That person then promptly retracted their will and left.0

Sending one's will to a corpse and weaving an alternate space was an extraordinary divine ability.0

Who was that?0

Is he the heretical cultivator seeking to ascend to the True God Realm, or is he truly also searching for them in the shadows as he claims?0

How does he know me? How does he know that I wield the Abyssal Demon Sword?0

Pang...0