“There are only a handful of recorded cases. You, mortals, understand almost nothing about divine power!” Naluotian chuckled deeply. “The force of a divine descent can be controlled. It does not necessarily produce overwhelming destruction. And different skin-sacks possess different tolerances. Do you think I painstakingly selected a skin-sack and had you raise him to eighteen merely so I could destroy him after using him once?”

“Chuan’er, he…”

“I have other skin-sacks that have undergone divine descent and are still alive and perfectly well. They are not mindless, insensible living corpses either.” Naluotian asked him, “You spent more than a decade on the frontier. You should know Panlong City’s history by heart, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” A tragic, heroic past lay buried beneath the yellow sands. He Chunhua did not approve of Zhong...