When a Yang Spirit emerged, it was as though the sun had leaped above the horizon, casting light in every direction. Every accomplished being in the universe, every existence at the Creator level or above, could sense it. Something stirred in their hearts.
"Someone is attempting to become a Yang Spirit."
Meng Shenji was not the only one who sensed it. Hong Yi, Emperor Qian Yang Pan, and the others felt it clearly too.
"It must be Hong Yi attempting to become a Yang Spirit. This is bad, Xuanji. Very bad."
At the same time, above the Great Thousand World and its turbulent void, powerful thoughts shook the space that held the sun and moon.
"Someone in the Great Thousand World is attempting to become a Yang Spirit? How is that possible? How? I can feel the blazing sun's thoughts fluctuating. Wasn't cultivation in the Great Thousand World in decline? How could anyone reach the point of attempting to become a Yang Spirit? No Yang Spirit should appear in this epoch at all.
"But the thoughts within the moon's core are fluctuating strangely too. What is going on?"
The thoughts arising from the sun and moon were well concealed and did not descend into the Great Thousand World. Even so, it was clear that many unknown, powerful beings dwelled in the space where the sun and moon moved above the turbulent void. All were astonished that someone would attempt to become a Yang Spirit.
Nor was it only the sun and moon. Deep in the Desolate Wilderness, many cave dwellings sealed for a thousand years suddenly opened. Their secluded cultivators were equally startled, wondering what had happened.
Far beneath the Great Thousand World, countless natural caves had formed in spaces compressed by the earth. Many powerful beings within them were