Ziwu felt a strong unease.
After leaving the spatial rift, He casually concealed his divine body towards another rift.
He replicated the process, attempting to reconnect with Tianyu and to re-observe the valley on the "Ethereal Star."
The result was always the same.
All the spatial rifts He and the Void Clan God Spirits had opened in the "Mysterious Dust Realm" seemed to be random crevices with no precise entrance or exit.
"Ling Xuan, Sir..."
Ziwu hesitated.
"Hmm?"
Ling Xuan was nonchalant, his gaze still fixed on Ling Yun.
He was already imagining the heights to which the Spirit Race's status could soar once Ling Yun returned to the Dominator Realm.
The great catastrophe that erupted once every hundred thousand years signified another confrontation between the supreme will of the Outer Realm and the Mysterious Fog Sea.
Divine Kings were often created during such monumental cosmic disasters.
This time, it must be Fu Ya's turn, right?
