Wang Xuan truly wanted to punch him. Miao Gu's mouth was far too foul. He had clearly been blown apart back then, yet now he still looked down on everything. Who was he calling a bug?
Miao Gu, who styled himself the "Divine King" in the Anomalous Being Domain, did not directly target Wang Qingzhou. He merely muttered a question to himself.
After all, at this level, as the leading figure among the Heavenly Patrol Envoys, he had to mind his stature. He could not take the lead in stirring up trouble in the New World.
Wang Xuan was distracted. Since escaping from No. 1 Supernatural Source, had there truly been some trajectory of fate over these past thousand years?
He was pondering "the true meaning and significance of life." Who would willingly be a honey badger, rushing about and fighting battles everywhere? He held himself back. So long as Miao Gu did not cause trouble, he did not want to overstep either.
Miao Gu's true body was indeed unfathomable. His sixth pair of silver wings had been born not long ago, which meant he had truly approached the True Saint Domain!
In secret, he observed Wang Qingzhou. Based on the spiritual radiance Wang Qingzhou was emitting, he sketched out a hazy Primordial Spirit Atlas and compared it with what he had seen in the past.
That "bug" had left too deep an impression on him back then. For the first time in his life, he had suffered a crushing defeat, one of the rare bloody, dark moments of his existence.
After careful comparison, although the results showed they were two different people, his six-time limit-breaking divine senses still told him that Wang Qingzhou remained highly suspicious.
Yet reason told him that in merely 1,892 primordial-spirit years, the other party