Xiao Feng...
A supreme hegemon among Supremes, ruler of the Frost Saint Realm, an existence capable of helping others become Supremes.
And also...
Qin Heng felt conflicted, unsure how to address him.
Xiao Feng remained calm and sent a divine thought. "Purple Mountain's imprint is fading more and more. You should be able to see things clearly over there. Judging by the current situation, can he still return?"
It was a question.
Supremes were not omniscient either. Especially when it came to other Supremes, they could only speculate and could not directly determine the future.
Qin Heng said, "The Supreme's remnant body has completely decayed and been seized and refined by many people. It seems impossible for him to revive."
After a pause, he asked, "Supreme Xiao Feng, do you hope Purple Mountain returns? Were you close to him?"
Xiao Feng explained, "Purple Mountain and I are allied brothers, and our friendship spanned multiple eras. Back then, he was dismembered and perished because he blocked disaster for me. He alone withstood the killing moves of seventeen Supremes, which was why he ended up in his current state. I owe him a debt of gratitude and should have helped him revive, but my power is too strong. Once I descend, I may directly become the new master of the Purple Mountain Saint Realm, suppressing its destiny and delaying his return. That is why I have never interfered."
Qin Heng secretly clicked his tongue. So Purple Mountain Supreme had been besieged by seventeen Supremes—no wonder he had died so tragically.
Supreme Xiao Feng's strength was terrifying. If he descended, he could blanket Purple Mountain Supreme's remaining Dao resonance and replace it. Compared with him, Qin Heng was clearly still lacking.
"Do you want me to act? I owe you some things. If