In the Sword Tower, shaped like a nine-story pavilion,
nature's spiritual energy no longer converged within, and the clouds that represented a seat of Godhood had long since dissipated and vanished.
At that moment, Pu Zhaotian, who had been unconscious for quite a while, suddenly and faintly awoke on the first floor of the Sword Tower.
A fat and a skinny old man dressed in blue, and the woman referred to as Mrs. Feng, all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw his eyes open.
"What happened?"
"What's going on?"
"Why did you voluntarily give up that seat of Godhood?"
The three Spirits of Divine Sword asked together.
They knew Pu Zhaotian well, and had witnessed the entire process of him striving to reach True Godhood; they had watched as the clouds symbolizing a seat of Godhood were about to be fused with by Pu Zhaotian.
But Pu Zhaotian had suddenly given up on his own.
