In the form of a Spiritual Body, He was enveloped in a gentle green light, his delicate face filled with sorrow and anxiety.
"Father, even after becoming a level ten Exotic Spirit, I still can't remember the past. The Mysterious Turtle, as well as the Black Dragon, have both undergone further breakthroughs in their Godhood. I've thought it over carefully..."
His Spiritual Body, surrounded by divine light, slowly rose under Pang Jian's gaze, his face calm as he looked at the Wood Tribe people protected by Him.
The way He looked at the Wood Tribe carried a sense of reluctant attachment and a hint of compassion.
"Purgatory is really marvelous, but it's too small for me; there isn't enough suitable soil for me to root myself."
"Also,"
He helplessly revealed the truth: "I feel that my next level advancement requires me to gather vast amounts of Plant Spirit Energy, which will need lands teeming with life, drained of their power because of my breakthrough."
