"Senior, I'll bring your right arm to you now."
Ye Feng, holding the Power Origin, felt as if he had grasped an incomparably heavy Primordial Divine Mountain, nearly unable to move forward.
"Let's talk about it later!"
The light from the skull of the Ancient Holy God gradually dimmed.
"Now is not the time to reclaim the remnants of my body. Let my right arm continue to slumber elsewhere, and when I need it, you shall bring it to me."
"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.
"Successor... could you do me a favor?" Without waiting for Ye Feng to leave, the Ancient Holy God spoke again.
"As long as I am able, I will certainly do my best."
Ye Feng did not refuse.
The Ancient Holy God had once lent him a portion of its power to turn the tide and suppress a strong enemy. To him, the Ancient Holy God was a benefactor, and Ye Feng would naturally try to fulfill its requests.
"Help me find my remains."
The Ancient Holy God spoke.