Zhou Yi attempted to communicate with the White King through his mind.
"What is a Fire Gatherer?"
"...Fire Gatherer... Is the sun of this world going to be destroyed too..."
It merely repeated the phrase.
The latter part sounded less like a response and more like contemplation or a sigh.
Ignoring the discomfort from the disorientation of his senses, Zhou Yi inquired about the White King's origins from Xiao Fu.
"Fire Gatherer? I haven't heard of that name."
"I found the White King's remnant in a world that had been destroyed, just as you see it now. The top had a sharp horn-like structure, resembling a crown, and its entire body was white, so I called it the White King."
Xiao Fu said: "At that time it was severely damaged, with only one of its three arms still functional, yet it continued to build a special stone tower. Those stone towers covered the surface of that world, and they looked very similar to the White King, made of the same white material, crowned yet immobile."
