"Hm?"
Behind Tai Li, five streams of light—red, green, yellow, white, and black—rose upright and rippled, revealing his inner turmoil. He seemed not to have expected that the human Heavenly Immortal who had concealed his aura would actually be "Yuan Huang," Su Meng.
Little Fox Qingqiu seemed not to have discussed this with him.
Chaos spun backward in Meng Qi's eyes as the Milky Way silently emerged and flecks of starlight danced, deflecting Tai Li's gaze with effortless ease, as calm as an undisturbed lake.
Tai Li's aura fluctuated, his heart filled with astonishment. He was not only surprised by Meng Qi's appearance, but also shocked by the unfathomable depth of his realm.
How many years had it been? He had already gained a hint of the aura of a Legend!
"Tai Li?" Phoenix Demon God Hui Guang turned to look at him, puzzled by his momentary distraction. Had he noticed something wrong?
Tai Li withdrew his gaze and gave Qingqiu, the Demon Saintess's successor, a long look. Then he said in a slow, deep voice, "It's only been a few years since we last met, and you've already reached such heights."
He had actually anticipated the realms of these three Demon Gods and was using that now to cover his loss of composure.
"Communicating with 'other selves' becomes a matter of patient accumulation toward the end. As long as you have enough time, you can always build up enough. And time is what we have in abundance." Kunpeng Demon God Feixiang chuckled. His words sounded modest, but his pride was plain to see.
The hardest part of communicating with "other selves" was the beginning: cultivating the mind and strengthening Spiritual Sense until one could sense those subtle connections, then finding the "other selves" hidden in the vast myriad worlds.