Yu Sheng stood in the chaotic space, steadily gazing at the small figure—who was this petite puppet beside the campfire at this moment?
Was it the remnants of Erin's consciousness? Another fragment of the omen? A mental projection lingering in the World Bridge after the two had fused? Or, as before, was it also an "incomplete mind" formed by the consciousness dissipated from the little puppet?
Yu Sheng couldn't tell for the moment—the existence and decay of the Omen Goddess over the past three thousand seven hundred years were entirely beyond his comprehension. He had originally believed that the golden-haired Erin, having fused with this Alien God back then, had taken away most of the latter's "essence" and obsession. Yet now, it seemed that the remnants left behind by a "God" after fragmentation far exceeded human imagination, and Erin's fusion with the omen was not as thorough as once thought.
