Any Saint Spirit Warlock was a guardian god of a higher race, a formidable existence capable of sheltering an entire race. The God Blood Plane was one of the Thirty-Six Prime Material Planes, yet it had produced only nine true ancestors. This showed just how powerful and rare Saint Spirit Warlocks were.
Every human Warlock Dynasty would produce more than thirty Saint Spirit Warlocks. Such numbers were simply heaven-defying. Those Saint Spirit Warlocks were also the wings and feathers of the Warlock Emperors, the foundation upon which those peerlessly powerful Warlock Emperors controlled countless planes.
When the Lord of Puppets and the Lord of Dawn had burst onto the scene, each had commanded more than thirty Saint Spirit Warlocks. The other Six Dynasties had all continued within the Earth's Core World of the Azure Plane, yet the Puppet Dynasty and the Morning Dawn Dynasty had not continued there, giving people a highly abnormal impression.
Yang Feng stared at the Branch Floating Continents and calculated inwardly, The Lord of Dawn has only one incarnation of a Supreme God remaining. The most powerful Supreme Gods can rival Warlock Emperor-class experts within their own divine kingdoms. But that is all. It is perfectly normal that he does not dare come here. Yet the experts of the Puppet Dynasty also do not dare appear. There must be some hidden reason I do not know.
Through the Destiny Algorithm, Yang Feng sensed that the nine Branch Floating Continents were supreme cultivation holy lands surpassing Yun Jing City. Hardly any Warlock could resist the temptation of cultivating upon those Branch Floating Continents.
Yang Feng carefully observed the conflict surrounding the three Branch Floating Continents, and his heart suddenly stirred slightly. *No Saint Spirit Warlocks have acted, nor have any terrifying Warlock King-class existences made a move.