"It's hard for any Cultivator to live in peace... Yeahhh, at least now I don't have to engage in stupid rivalries like this anymore..." Asher laughed softly when he saw the riot in the Sacred Silk Palace.
This was a very common sight in any world if they were populated by Cultivators.
And here, his only interest was his artifact, the Tree Father.
His eyes gazed at the roots that grew beneath the entire landmass of the Sacred Silk Realm.
They were home to the Sky Fairy Race that fed them spirit energy every day.
Unfortunately, until now it had not awakened its own spirit.
"When? When will you have a spirit?" Asher wondered.
He could not predict the outcome, but he wanted it to have a spirit soon because only then, it would be able to help him drastically.
Of course, this made him somewhat impatient because if he had that artifact, he could rampage even more uncontrollably in the territory of the Void Monsters.
