Tang Mei's words left Zhang Tie silent once again. It took him a while to digest them before he finally accepted the fact.
Yet Zhang Tie still could not understand why Tang Mei had done this. Everything that had happened here today had come far too abruptly for him.
"Brother must be wondering what exactly I did all this for today, right?" Without waiting for Zhang Tie to ask, Tang Mei continued on her own. "My purpose may sound a little selfish, because I want Brother to save me once more!"
"Save you? Could anyone—or the Devil Race—in the Sky-Piercing Realm possibly threaten you?" Zhang Tie finally could not hold back from asking.
"All spatial artifact spirits exist by relying on the spaces they are bound to. Naturally, I am no exception. So long as I remain in Wa Emperor City, indeed, no one in the Sky-Piercing Realm can threaten me. But if the entire space of the Sky-Piercing Realm collapses, I naturally will not escape disaster. The billions of humans in the Sky-Piercing Realm—even figures at the level of Divine Emperors—will be reduced to ashes and dust!"
Tang Mei spoke of this horrifying matter in an even tone.
Zhang Tie's brows immediately drew together. "How could the space of the Sky-Piercing Realm collapse?"
"When Brother came to the Sky-Piercing Realm, you should have sensed that the power of space-time beneath the Mountain Ruins was highly unstable. Because of this instability, throughout most of every month, spatial equipment cannot be used anywhere in the Sky-Piercing Realm beneath the Mountain Ruins. Only on the new moon and full moon of each month can the spatial power of the Sky-Piercing Realm briefly regain balance, after which that balance is broken again. The cycle repeats endlessly. Not only that, the space of the