The palm-sized [God] before me is very peculiar, seemingly stuck in a boundary state between "life" and "death," with a mass of less than a kilogram and a volume barely the size of a fist.
Lu Yuan sensed it carefully, and realized this guy was so weak that even ordinary Acquired Myth could easily suppress it, worthy of being ranked as the weakest level of [God]...
"Who is this thing anyway?"
"I remember this magic cube is a relic of the Flame Snake Civilization... So this guy must have fled to some subordinate plane.
"And the [God]'s true form wants to capture it back? So its identity might be quite important."
Having realized this, Lu Yuan fiddled with this piece of jerky-like life form, but the other party showed no response, even appearing to be on the brink of death due to his meddling.
Lu Yuan felt a bit helpless, contemplating whether to hand it over to the Buzhou Alliance or imprison it himself?
