Beneath the Divine Continent, in chaotic space.
After the shock passed, Zhao Sheng suddenly felt a trace of worry and hurriedly said, "Old Ancestor, the rebellion in the Divine Continent has yet to be settled, and the First Ancestor has gone into death seclusion. With no one outside to take charge, it will be easy for even greater chaos to break out. We should leave this place first."
Zhao Xuanjing said calmly, "It is no matter! Five Thunders and Yongye have already rushed back to the Divine Continent. The affairs outside can be left to them. Chaos is what matters most here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly extended his right hand downward, his five fingers plucking lightly, as if plucking invisible zither strings.
In truth, those omnipresent strings of gravity really had been plucked by him, abruptly "playing" some kind of exceedingly profound "movement."
The "movement" was an elephant without form, yet it contained certain indescribable information.
In an instant, countless tentacles swayed along with it, as if answering the melody of the "movement."
One breath later, nine thick tentacles slowly stretched out before Zhao Sheng and the other man. From the end of each tentacle, a drop of liquid gold suddenly squeezed out, crystal-clear and translucent like amber.
The flowing-gold "amber" fell into the Spirit Realm bubbles and instantly bloomed with dazzling golden light, dyeing the entire Spirit Realm into a golden sea.
Zhao Xuanjing beckoned with his hand, and the nine Spirit Realm "bubbles" trembled slightly, then broke away from the tentacles and slowly floated before Zhao Sheng's eyes.
Seeing this, how could Zhao Sheng not understand the Old Ancestor's meaning? He immediately swept his sleeve and put away all the Spirit Realms.
Only after finishing this did he look at the Old Ancestor with