The Heavenly Inspector

"Sit."

With a wave of the Heavenly Inspector's hand, two meditation cushions appeared out of thin air on the ground.

At that moment, Qi Zhangwu's Yang Spirit body emerged from the jade pendant and said unhappily, "Hey, hey, hey, that's too much. Why didn't I get a seat?"

The Heavenly Inspector smiled. "Can you even sit now? You're only clinging to life with your Yang Spirit left, yet you still have so much to say."

Though he said that, the Heavenly Inspector took out a small cauldron. A gentle golden radiance bloomed from within it and enveloped Qi Zhangwu, making his Yang Spirit body somewhat more solid.

The last time the Demon Race had launched a massive assault on Demon Suppressing Pass, the Heavenly Inspector and Qi Zhangwu had joined forces to withstand their attack.

The Heavenly Inspector was not a martial artist, but he excelled in all manner of secret arts and formations. He stood at the very pinnacle of the formation path in the world today.

It could be said that without him, Demon Suppressing Pass could not have been defended either.

Thus, Qi Zhangwu and the Heavenly Inspector could be considered old comrades-in-arms, thoroughly familiar with one another.

"To be honest, I hadn't expected you to make a move this time. Doesn't this count as violating the ancestral precepts of the Heavenly Supervision Division?"

The Heavenly Inspector lightly shook his head. "Not really. The purpose of the Heavenly Supervision Division is to monitor the Great Tribulation of the End of Dharma. If the tribulation truly descends, Great Zhou's strength must be gathered together completely to resist the calamity, rather than allowing everyone to fight among themselves here without restraint.

"Actually, if I could have acted, I would have wanted to set up the formation myself. Then you