The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Wang Cang was equally stunned.

To be precise, the moment he saw Gu Xu, his mind seemed to freeze, like an old-fashioned television set with poor signal reception.

He rarely spaced out in his life.

In his 237 years, the number of moments when his brain stopped working can be counted on one hand.

It should be noted that even when facing an invasion by a foreign race, and his comrades-in-arms died in front of him, he did not act this way.

But at that moment, he was truly stunned and stood there.

The primal power that had been forcibly suppressed within his body was still churning, like a pot of boiling water with a lid on—it was still boiling violently, but it just wouldn't overflow.

The problem is that... once the self-destruction of one's origin reaches a critical point, it is theoretically irreversible.

It's like a grenade that's already pulled the pin; the explosives inside have already been ignited. How could it not explode?

But now, Gu Xu has done it, so effortlessly.

"This power..."

Wang Cang's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice filled with disbelief.

When was the last time his power was crushed like an ant?

The answer is, there was no last time, never.

Whether facing alien races, life-or-death crises that are difficult to handle, or even the Sun God Lord in front of them who almost makes them despair.

He had never felt this way before.

But this time, he truly felt it.

"Grandpa Wang, please don't take offense at my talkativeness."

However, at this moment, Gu Xu spoke again, pulling him back to reality. His tone still carried that annoying quality that made people want to laugh and scold at the same time: "We're all getting on in years, we need to learn to take care of ourselves."

As he said this, Gu Xu's figure had already fallen from the height.

She stood firmly and confidently in front of Wang Cang.

Looking at him up close, the kid really wasn't much different from before.

She'll still deserve a beating, and she'll still be sarcastic and mean.

The only difference is—

breath.

Although Wang Cang couldn't move, his mental energy was still functioning.

He could sense the energy fluctuations emanating from Gu Xu.

The depth and breadth of those fluctuations were so great that even he, a peak demigod, couldn't see the bottom.

But the last time I saw him was during the invasion of the alien races in the East Sea…

He doesn't have that kind of power yet!

How long has it been, and he has already grown to this level?

"You brat..."

For a moment, Wang Cang opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, all the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. After struggling for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out this one sentence: "Why are you here?"

"Look at the nonsense you're spouting."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Xu rolled his eyes: "You were still thinking of me before you entered the secret realm, and you even left me a bag of things as a keepsake."

"Putting everything else aside, just considering this favor, how could I not come?"

"Luckily, I'm young, healthy, and fast, otherwise, if it had been any later, I wouldn't have been able to find your ashes."

As he spoke, he pulled out a dusty cloth bag from his pocket and waved it in front of Wang Cang: "So... let's not go around entrusting our children to others all the time, it's bad luck."

Wang Cang stared at the familiar bag, his lips moving slightly.

A thousand words welled up in his heart again. He wanted to say thank you, to say you came just in time, and to say that he almost couldn't go back.

But these words just wouldn't come out.

Only his lips trembled incessantly.

A thousand words are stuck in my heart.

"Um?"

However, in the next moment, he was shocked to find a strange force falling on him.

That energy was extremely domineering and bizarre!

The primal power within his body, which had become chaotic and nearly out of control due to the activation of the self-destruction, obediently returned to its proper place the moment this energy entered.

It's like a group of unruly kids causing a ruckus in the yard, suddenly seeing their father come home.

Silence fell instantly, and everyone returned to their rooms.

At the same time, the wounds on his body caused by the scorching sun were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

New flesh grew back on the charred and blackened skin, the broken meridians were reconnected, and the depleted mental energy began to slowly recover.

"What... what is this?"

Wang Cang looked down at his hands in disbelief.

Just seconds before, this hand was covered in charred dead skin and cracked wounds.

The backlash from the primal power, combined with the scorching sun, caused him to almost completely lose sensation in his right arm.

But now—

The skin is intact. The muscles are normal.

Clench your fist with all five fingers, and your strength returns.

The blood in the meridians no longer surged violently, but instead flowed like a cat whose fur had been smoothed out.

Each one of them obediently returned to its place.

That feeling of tearing apart, as if the very source was about to collapse, vanished completely.

"My injury..."

Wang Cang looked up in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the grinning boy before him: "That's it?"

When he uttered those four words, his voice trembled with a hint of absurdity.

It wasn't that he was making a fuss, nor that he was ignorant.

Rather, the whole thing is just too absurd.

To know, what level of backlash damage does a demigod suffer from self-destructing their essence?

That was a collapse at the very foundation of their profession.

It's equivalent to blowing the foundation of a building to smithereens.

The kind of place where there's nowhere to get it repaired.

In other words, his foundation is about to collapse.

But this kid suddenly tells you—don't worry, I'll glue it back on for you.

This level of incredible skill.

Let alone using those mythical-level items for recovery.

Even the King of Hell couldn't bring him back.

But now? Healed?

"Really? What else?"

Gu Xu shrugged nonchalantly: "Within my domain, I call the shots. Of course, that's on the premise that you're not really dead. If you're really cold, this isn't a morgue, so I can't do resurrection services."

Wang Cang: "..."

His lips twitched.

For a fleeting moment, he felt that the heroic act of risking his life to prepare for self-destruction seemed like a joke in the eyes of the boy in front of him.

Of course, it wasn't just Wang Cang; the expressions of the demigods behind him, still standing there in a daze, were even more interesting than Wang Cang's.

You should know that they witnessed the whole thing.

From the sudden appearance of the black mist, to the blazing storm being easily wiped away by a single layer of domain, to the self-destruction source within Wang Cang's body being pushed back down by a single hand.

Finally, all the injuries that had burned his entire body and that even mythical-level healing items couldn't heal him within a few steps of the boy walking over.

This series of scenes.

Each one, taken individually, is enough to redefine their understanding of what constitutes a "strong person".

And now, these scenes played out one by one in less than ten seconds.

So much so that the expressions on their faces could no longer be described as "shocked".

That's practically a complete reshaping of one's worldview.