Suspended from the ceiling of the palace, an enormous head silently regarded them with a pair of blood-red eyes. It was so big that it resembled a small mountain, and it was scarlet red to match its eyes. A slight hint of malice could be found within them.

“That’s Kuafu’s head!” Bai Zhaoju shrieked.

Though he was less than a hundred years old, he hailed from the Jin Clan of the west. The clan counted a connate great god among its members, and his own status was very high among his kin. That meant he was acquainted with the images of all sorts of moguls and titans of the great wilderness.

As Kuafu was a connate god of the great wilderness, Bai Zhaoju was naturally familiar with his appearance. Kuafu had been the first god to die in the...