"Are the things you mentioned true?"
The Primordial God of Opening the Heavens took a deep breath, his two hands reaching out from the mural, tightly grasping Xia Feng's wrist, seemingly wanting to hear a definite answer.
Xia Feng nodded, everything he said was true, and he didn't exaggerate it, naturally not afraid of the questioning at the moment.
The Primordial God's expression grew somewhat unsightly, his fingers forming a spell, seemingly probing for something, or perhaps conveying a message to some existence.
After quite a while, the formed spell brought no feedback to the Primordial God, and his face grew even more grim.
The surrounding ancient gods watched the expression of the Primordial God, their expressions also grew tense, yet they dared not ask anything, fearing to disturb him.
After a while, the Primordial God seemed to have consumed a great deal of effort, his face becoming even more unsightly.
"Is the inheritance of that existence also on you now?"
