The Buried God stood there, frowning, staring at the young white-haired man who faced him with complete indifference. Now, he was radiating that same transcendent and divine aura, one that only a god could possess.
And even for the Buried God himself, his divine presence was far inferior to the overwhelming aura now emanating from Daniel. It wasn't just the aura, even his temperament had changed into something beyond the boundaries of the world.
This was not something a human could possess, and it didn't take long for the Buried God to realize what had happened, something he had never expected.
"Who would've thought we'd meet again after all this time," he sighed, speaking in a tone filled with nostalgia.
"I didn't expect you to still be alive," Daniel said coldly and regally, his eyes staring at him with pure indifference, as if he were looking at an insect.
"I barely survived. That war affected every realm… it nearly destroyed everything." The Buried God shook his head.
