Carrying a mix of excitement and unease, Li Su quietly raced toward the territory of the foreign races without making a sound.
He had no choice but to hurry!
Near-Saint battles were far too fast!
Though the tide-like retreat of spiritual energy here had only just settled, over there, they had likely already fought their way thousands, even tens of thousands, of light-years away.
To Near-Saints, a second was practically no different from a day.
So every second of delay could mean the battle was already over and the Evil Spirits had returned.
He had to seize the time and rush into foreign territory at top speed, reclaiming all thirty-six Heavenly Palaces he could sense.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to find another opportunity like this.
Once the Evil Spirits reclaimed them, the thirty-six Heavenly Palaces might never be gathered in full again.
In fact, he currently had two in his mind, while the Heavenly Court possessed only thirty-two. Four were already missing, their whereabouts unknown.
Of course, none of that was important.
What mattered was that these twenty-two fallen Heavenly Palaces were different from the two in Li Su's mind.
Those two were, in fact, damaged. They had already lost most of the Heavenly Palaces' original functions.
These twenty-two were different. Though scattered, their functions were undamaged. Not only could they serve as immortal artifacts, more importantly, all twenty-two Heavenly Palaces were resource generators.
As long as they were placed somewhere abundant in spiritual energy, they would automatically and endlessly absorb spiritual energy, producing the corresponding resources.
This would not only be useful to Li Su. For the Mythical Realm, with its vast population base, its significance was even more self-evident. It would be enough to cultivate an enormous number of cultivators.
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