Looking out the window, the mountains stretched endlessly, the clouds drifting leisurely.
Inside the high-speed train, Zhang Fan's eyelids drooped as if half-open, resembling the clay statues of Gods and Buddhas in temples, with only a ray of celestial light shining through.
Three feet overhead, his Primordial Spirit sat in meditation, with peculiar ripples continuously spreading around, expanding further and further, searching for traces of the Evil God, but after a long time, finding nothing.
"Good, worthy of being part of me, really quite elusive." Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, a distinct glow flickering deep within them.
Given the mysterious and powerful nature of his Primordial Spirit, he could not even trace a hint of the Evil God from the residual aura of their recent encounter.
