The withered and hunched Old Stone Man, with a body riddled with cracks, miraculously had dozens of grey hairs growing among his stone ones. The gloomy shade of grey fluttered in the wind, becoming somewhat glaring at this moment, not because it was dazzling and hurtful to the eyes of the gods, but because the eerie strands themselves were shockingly unusual.
How could the Stone Man King, who had lost all flesh and blood, grow hair that only humans possessed?
Could it be that his body's cracks were too numerous, his injuries too severe, and he had fallen from the King's Domain, unable to preserve his stone body? But how could that be! According to the words of the Old Stone Man, this was clearly his formidable reliance.
Flesh rebirth… In an instant, this notion struck the minds of the gods, but it was too fantastical. After stepping onto the Stone Man Road, how could one possibly grow flesh again? Such a thing had never been heard of!