Sikong Jing's sudden appearance came to a temporary close, and Seven Absolutes all left the Spirit Race.
And as they departed...
Absolute Sword Emperor suddenly seemed to recall something. He cast a glance at Spirit Gull and the other young Emperors, feeling as though something had been overlooked.
Yet in the end, he could not remember...
He had completely forgotten that he had once found Spirit Gull's Spirit Race bloodline a little too pure.
After all, it had only been an insignificant little matter.
Once the various Absolutes had left, Ling Dao finally went weak all over and collapsed limply to the ground. Shocked and delighted, he said, "I never expected Absolute Pill Emperor and the others not to give us severe punishment. We're truly too fortunate."
He had originally thought that failing to suppress Sikong Jing would get them killed as scapegoats, yet not even a slap had come their way.
Ling Dao felt as though he had taken a trip through the gates of hell.
What he did not know, however, was that this lack of punishment was precisely the most terrifying thing.
They had been too far away just now and had not heard Absolute Spirit propose slaughtering everyone in Spirit Dream City. Ling Dao did not know that if Zhe Ying's execution had not been broadcast in full through the illusion mirror, all of Spirit Dream City would already have been finished.
He knew even less that Absolute Pill Emperor intended to decide whether to wipe out the entire Spirit Race only after a great slaughter against the Anti-Seal Faction.
At the same time...
Spirit Gull likewise seemed to lose all strength and slumped down onto the deck.
She still did not reveal that Sikong Jing had held her hostage, nor did she struggle inwardly over