Desperate Situation

Ziwu felt a powerful unease well up within him.

After leaving the current spatial rift, he casually concealed his divine body within another spatial rift.

Using the same method, he tried to contact Tianyu again and gaze once more upon that valley on Ethereal Star.

The result was exactly the same.

All the spatial rifts opened by him and the Void Clan gods in the Misty Dust Realm seemed to be nothing more than randomly generated cracks, with no fixed entrances or exits.

"Lord Ling Xuan..."

Ziwu hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

"Hm?"

Ling Xuan remained calm and composed, his gaze fixed on Ling Yun.

He was already imagining just how high the Spirit Clan's standing would rise once Ling Yun returned to the realm of dominion.

The great calamity that erupted once every hundred thousand years signified that the supreme wills beyond the heavens and in the Sea of Ghost Mist would once again clash.

And God Kings were often forged amid such world-shaking calamities.

This time, it should be Fuya, right?

Ling Xuan compared them in secret.

Even when he placed Luo Shen, the God of Void, and the Fate God together, he still felt that with Ling Yun's help, Fuya—the one he admired—had the greatest chance of becoming a God King.

Once Fuya became a God King, and the Spirit Clan had a dominator like Ling Yun to safeguard them, the Spirit Clan would inevitably rise above all other races!

"The Spirit Clan's glory for ten thousand ages will be forged in one stroke in this era!"

Ling Xuan's heart surged with excitement, and he completely failed to notice Ziwu's unease.

"The spatial rifts we opened seem to have developed some problems. I..." Ziwu forced himself to continue, speaking softly. "I'm afraid we won't be