"Sealed in a dying state, and then surviving in that state until now."
"The black liquid on the well wall is his blood."
Lin Yi thought of that viscous black liquid like oil: "That little girl... it seems similar blood flows in her body!"
Tian Bufan said: "It's the same substance, with slight differences, but essentially not far apart."
"I see..." Lin Yi realized, "Then... what about the 'Divine Craftsman'? And Amon? Are they both our 'acquaintances'?"
Tian Bufan nodded slightly: "They are."
"Hiss—"
Lin Yi took another sharp breath.
Tian Bufan said: "Designer Amon... Divine Craftsman... They are death buddies, frequently busying themselves for a long time due to the sparks that fly out from one's mind, tinkering with some miraculous inventions and creations."
"There are many things in the Designer's vault, and every piece of his design he treats as a treasure, but for the Divine Craftsman, his little storage room has never been locked."
