Ling Tian had no idea why the Lord of the Universe had suddenly changed the status quo of the realms, using immense power to draw God-level experts up to the God Realm. He only knew that if Mo Yue and the others ascended, he wouldn't see them again for a long time. They had only just reunited, and soon they would be separated again. For a while, he found it hard to accept.
Still, Ling Tian was someone who could let go as easily as he could take hold. After Yuan Hao reassured him, he felt much better. Then he began thinking about a more pressing matter: Blood Spirit and the others' revenge.
As Yuan Hao had said, God-level experts' strength was greatly diminished as they resisted the powerful pull of ascension. As time passed, the pull would grow stronger, and the power they could bring to bear would become more limited. After ten thousand years or so, Blood Spirit might not even be able to use a tenth of his true strength. With power like that, he naturally wouldn't be able to do anything to Ling Tian.
But what worried Ling Tian most was that Blood Spirit might strike sometime soon.
That was right. Now that they knew they would ascend to the God Realm, the only way to obtain the secret art for opening a Small World was to attack Ling Tian and the others. After all, if they let this chance slip by, they would never find another like it. Blood Spirit and his companions would surely stake everything on a single fight, striking with even greater ferocity and cruelty.
Though Ling Tian had great confidence in Yuan Hao and Mo Yue's abilities, he knew Blood Spirit and the others were formidable. They had also cultivated the