The hall wasn't cold, yet inexplicably, the three of them all felt a chill.
The Great Sun is not here...
Subconsciously, the three of them looked up, only to find the dark, gloomy roof beams above, unable to see the sun.
Jin Guang continued, "Song Yin's death brings another benefit, with his death, the Word Spirit will perish."
"Without this Word Spirit, I don't have to fixate on the land of Daqian anymore. The world is vast; we can go anywhere and absorb any faith."
The Word Spirit was bestowed by Song Yin, and without his death, it would be difficult for him to leave this great hall.
Not to mention coexisting harmoniously with those beings and sharing faith with them.
As long as Song Yin died, he would be free and might even... take back these disciples' foundations.
At that time, their life and death would be in his own hands!
"Master, this is not right,"
