"Merging with the Spirit Realm, amassing a body of Holy Spirit, to achieve the Creator?"
Hong Ye felt a jolt at her mentor Zhou Yi's uncharacteristically astounded exclamation, "Is there really such a powerful Heavenly Monarch in the Qiantian Earth?"
"In fact, when I crossed the Endless Mountain and stepped into the Qiantian Earth, I sensed it—the True Spirit Realm around Qiantian was too peaceful, as if some formidable beings were daily tidying up the Spirit Realm, repairing it, using the True Spirit Realm as a barrier, preventing the ever-widening and opening cracks of the Demon Realm, slowly degenerating into a Demon Kingdom..."
Zhou Yi's expression was complicated, "If I am not mistaken, it should be him..."
"Tidying up the Spirit Realm? This..."
Hong Ye was not a Heavenly Master; she couldn't comprehend this concept.
But from her mentor's expression, it wasn't hard to tell...
"Is this very difficult?"
"Very difficult, extremely so."
