Did Black Storm really think that just because Fu Jian had supported the Psionic Capital with all his strength for the greater good, he could forgive the Psionicists for their previous attempt to murder him?
Those were entirely separate matters.
Daoist Wang could not be bothered to get involved with them. Once he confirmed that the Blade Beasts had shifted into defense, he returned to hide inside the Sixth Pillar.
First, he needed to consider a way to break through in cultivation while waiting for Peony to locate the Golden Cloud Fruit.
Second, he worried that those Galinnos would ask about the whereabouts of this "new individual," triggering another Blade Beast Tide. Better to lie low for now.
After hiding for more than ten hours, Daoist Wang received three pieces of news at once.
One was bad news:
The Blade Beasts had retreated, but not completely.
They had gathered in what had once been the Americas on Earth, frantically devouring the strata to expand their numbers. The Eyes of the Firmament hovering above the Arctic Circle kept gathering the psionic energy drifting away from the planet.
The Stargate's twenty-seven-day activation cycle had basically been confirmed.
It was foreseeable that—
If they could not find a way to stop more Blade Beasts from reaching Earth, the Spiritual Practitioners could only prepare to abandon the Ancient Civilization's treasures here and flee for their lives.
Wang Jixuan would also completely lose his stable Cultivation Environment and would most likely have to play hide-and-seek with the Blade Beasts using escape arts.
Human Civilization, represented by the D5 Comprehensive War Zone, would be like a tiny spark in the cosmic sea of stars, extinguished in an instant beneath the Blade Beast tide.
Those twenty-seven days seemed to have become a countdown to civilization's death.
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