The moment she fell, the Giant Thunderclap Beast rolled over her. He Lingchuan saw only a cloud of blood mist burst apart.

At a time like this, the giant beast had instead given her a quick end.

“Humans, heh. Fools!” Zhu Erniang had witnessed the whole thing and said with disdain, “I’ve never understood how anyone could willingly become a skin-sack for the gods.”

One of her eyes caught sight of He Lingchuan’s poor expression. “What’s wrong with you?”

He scratched the back of his head, his heart filled with sudden irritation. “Does everyone who becomes a skin-sack for the gods end up like this?”

“Obviously!” Zhu Erniang sneered. “The power of the gods is simply not something mortals can endure. Even if the compatibility is perfect, the gods will still wear the body out sooner or later. It’s only a matter of time!”

“There’s no god that can remain in the mortal realm for a long time?” God Baizhantian’s attitude toward its skin-sack had indeed been cold and brutal, treating it purely as a disposable item. He Lingchuan now knew that there were many gods, each with a different face. Surely not all other gods had the same attitude?

“Basically none.” Zhu Erniang explained, “Even outside combat, for a divine avatar to curl up inside a mortal body is like you wearing shoes several sizes too small. They...