Congealing the Origin, Asking After Immortality (Asking for Monthly Votes and Subscriptions)

Above the Wild Sea, as the afterglow faded, the Seventh Stage Painting Spirit Race member returned to the form of an ink-wash painted skin. Only now, that thin painted face was filled with confusion and shock.

The lightning spear had split open vast swathes of the Wild Sea and stirred up thunderlight across the nine heavens, yet he was certain he had not killed that cultivator.

At the final moment, that cultivator had vanished into thin air with unimaginable strangeness.

At first, he was somewhat alarmed, fearing it was a Human Race scheme. He immediately activated secret arts and divine abilities, wrapping his entire body in countless streaks of spiritual light.

He feared an ambush assassination.

Yet after waiting for a while without being attacked, he could only continue his pursuit in utter confusion.

But at this moment, he no longer dared hunt Void Refinement cultivators. Instead, he began pursuing the slowest Spirit Transformation cultivators.

Even that Spirit Transformation Human Race cultivator from before had been so bizarre. At this point, he was truly afraid of those treacherous Human Race people.

Elsewhere in the Wild Sea, wild mist still billowed and spread.

A streak of spiritual light suddenly descended from the void.

It was too fast—so fast that no one could react.

Beneath that spiritual light, a figure clad in a Spirit-Isolating Robe abruptly appeared.

Almost the instant the figure frowned, two more figures appeared nearby.

"Fellow Daoist, you leaked the information and snatched our people. Isn't it rather inappropriate to leave like this?" The two figures stood before and behind him, encircling the figure within the spiritual light.

Their auras were both at the Integrated Body realm. A ferocious spiritual pressure instantly flooded the surroundings, even sealing off space itself.

The first was none other than Divine Origin