Wisdom River

Mou Qi wore a spotless white robe. Slender and somewhat effeminate in bearing, he had a handsome, refined face.

The instant he descended through the soul imprint, he sensed the profundity of Han Yi's Great Dao from the star river evolved from Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit, and concluded that Han Yi and Pang Jian must be connected!

He understood the laws of ultimate cold that Han Yi cultivated. Han Yi had been able to enter the ranks of middle-rank gods largely because of his assistance.

In his heart, Han Yi had always been his forbidden possession, and he would never allow anyone else to pluck her.

Even after Han Yi had caught Luo Shen's eye and become one of Luo Shen's subordinates, Mou Qi still believed so.

"You human brat from Purgatory, what method did you use to strip the profound meaning of ultimate cold from Han Yi?"

After calming down from his fury, Mou Qi suddenly forced himself to change his stance.

He no longer claimed that Han Yi and Pang Jian had been meeting in secret. Instead, he said that Pang Jian had used some dishonorable means to steal Han Yi's laws of ultimate cold.

Only this way would Han Yi avoid being implicated and remain able to keep her footing among the groups of gods beyond the heavens.

—In Mou Qi's selfish heart, Han Yi still belonged to him. Once she was branded with the crime of secretly consorting with humanity, Han Yi would be ruined.

"Spirit Clan, high-rank god."

Within the brilliantly starlit river, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder and lightning, and ice formed separate regions, while storms of consciousness surged through the different areas.

It was as though Pang Jian possessed many souls, each residing in an independent star river and perceiving the soul-sealing