Pangu!
When he saw the figure appear, Han Zhan's spirits lifted once more.
But as he got closer, the excitement in his eyes was shattered again.
That wasn't the real Pangu.
On him, there was no sense of life at all.
It was just a remnant soul.
"Sit."
Pangu seemed indifferent to Han Zhan's reaction, he raised his hand, motioning Han Zhan to sit opposite him.
Once Han Zhan sat cross-legged like him, he continued to speak:
"You must have many things you want to know, feel free to ask."
Without hesitation, Han Zhan asked:
"Is your true self still alive?"
"As you see, I am merely a remnant soul. My true body died after splitting open the chaos, even the karma was stripped away by the Chaos Spirit."
The middle-aged man opposite spoke indifferently.
His tone conveyed no emotion, as if he was merely stating a common matter.
"Since you're a remnant soul, how did you awaken?"
"Because of you."
"Me?"
Hearing this answer, Han Zhan was momentarily stunned.
