Qin Fengming stared at the enormous eyes of light in the distance, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart. From the meaning behind that voice, this did not seem to be anything bad.
"Greetings, Senior. May I ask how I should address you? Which sect are you a cultivator from?"
Qin Fengming sheathed his sword and restored it to a few feet in size, letting it hover behind him. He then clasped his fists toward the enormous eyes of light in the distance and called out his question.
This was definitely an Old Monster. Qin Fengming was not at ease, so he could not afford to omit the necessary precautions.
"This old man is Jianyuanzi, a disciple of the Sword Emperor Sect in the Miro Realm. When heaven and earth collapsed, my physical body was swept into it. In the end, my physical body was destroyed, leaving behind only a wisp of divine sense within this world. To prevent my divine sense from dissipating, I used a technique to create a special region."
The enormous eyes of light did not draw closer. They merely gazed at Qin Fengming from afar, yet they gave a detailed answer to his question.
Naturally, Qin Fengming knew nothing about the Sword Emperor Sect.
The Miro Realm was vast and boundless, with far more than tens of millions of sects. A super sect controlled by a Star Palace might number in the hundreds or even thousands. Cultivators in the Miro Realm were guaranteed long lifespans, and even the accumulation of time could produce quite a few Golden Immortals and True Immortals. As long as a sect had Golden Immortals or True Immortals presiding over it, it was enough to count as a super sect.
Qin Fengming pondered inwardly. Although he had not sensed