Zhao listened in stunned silence…
He had never personally descended to the Platinum 3 depths of the abyss. He had only managed to scrape against that crushing, suffocating mana density exactly once in his entire life, and that was barely, desperately clinging to survival when he had dove into the Wood zone after Dragarion.
But Ren, who was now casually, mentally interfacing with the ancient brain of the world whenever he needed to, could effortlessly pull the veil back on mysteries buried that deep. And this was one of them.
