From time to time, a barbarian soldier would loot a few copper coins or some worthless scraps from the corpse, and would then let out a satisfied chuckle, then give the corpse another fierce blow with a knife, as if he was enjoying it.

In the corner, a prone "corpse" moved slightly.

Suddenly, the scene around the "corpse" distorted, like rippling water, and its shape changed rapidly in just a few breaths.

When the light and shadow faded, the person lying on the ground suddenly looked like Min Zimo.

"He" suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which should have been firm and calm, were now filled with bottomless purple-black mist, which was extremely strange and enchanting.

The man's face with hard lines and bronze skin now had an inexplicable charm because of his eyes.

After a few breaths, "Min Zimo"'s body moved slightly, and he slowly sat up.

His sudden action immediately alarmed the three barbarians.

They were stunned at first, as if they had not expected that there were still survivors among the dead.

After a brief moment of surprise, a more cruel and playful expression appeared on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Hey, there's another one breathing!"

"Kill him!"

The three of them exchanged glances, each drew the scimitar from their waist, and surrounded "Min Zimo" with ill intentions.

However, "Min Zimo" seemed unaware of the approaching danger.

He tilted his head slightly, his expression hollow, and murmured in a tone that didn't belong to Min Zimo, one that was both ethereal and alluring, "A fragment of an ancient treasure has been reduced to a testing ground for ants to play on. What a waste of natural resources..."

Before he finished speaking, wisps of extremely fine purple-black mist escaped from the depths of "his" pupils, quickly enveloping Min Zimo, and an indescribable pressure began to spread.

Intimidated by this aura, the three barbarians suddenly froze, the greedy smiles on their faces froze, and turned into horror and confusion.

"Min Zimo", or the Great Dream Bodhisattva, was preparing to use his own power to forcibly improve the cultivation of this body, and then clean up these annoying insects.

However, at the moment when the power flows through the body.

“His” face…froze.

Those eyes, which were flowing with purple and black demonic light, showed strong emotional fluctuations for the first time.

It was an indescribable astonishment!

【What...what's going on?!】

The Great Dream Bodhisattva clearly sensed that the body of "Min Zimo" was weak beyond imagination!

【Why, he is just an ordinary person? 】

[Impossible, absolutely impossible! ]

[No, more than that...]

His divine sense quickly swept across his body, and then, his astonishment instantly reached its peak.

He has no legs?!

The bones below the knees of this body were almost shattered, obviously it had suffered a severe injury before!

【......】

[Isn't he... the one with the strongest talent among the five?!]

[Why...why did I end up with such a broken and tattered body after I descended?!]

Where is the promised deep favor? Where is the promised unlimited potential?

How much divine power would it take to repair and strengthen this body that couldn't even stand up?

Even if it is repaired, how much of the divine power that I brought in will be left?

Will I fall into a deep sleep?

When the three barbarians saw that "Min Zimo" did not take any follow-up action, they could not help but look at each other, and the ferocity in their bones was aroused.

One of the braver ones brandished his scimitar and growled tentatively, "He's just playing tricks! Kill him!"