Since ancient times, there had been four Motian Realms, controlled respectively by the Saint, the Sage, the Wise One, and the Fool.
The Motian Realm symbolized the supreme achievement of the Corruptor Civilization. It was a concentrated manifestation of mysterious power; it could even be understood as a world of mysterious power created by higher Corruptors gathering countless lower Corruptors through their own spiritual strength.
Within every world of mysterious power, there was inevitably a foundation of the Corruptor Civilization serving as its World Heart, such as the Mystic Spinning Machine of the Fool's Motian Realm.
The power of the Motian Realm far surpassed what the outside world imagined!
Such a world formed from manifested spiritual power was simply incomparable to the spiritual secret realm once possessed by the Black Shrinking Tower Stigmata Wizard.
A thousand mountains and ten thousand peaks, emerald ridges layered upon one another, streams winding through mountain ravines, clouds soaring ten thousand miles.
At the summit of Motian Mountain, a sea of clouds flowed beneath the peaks, as though dividing heaven and earth into two separate worlds.
"Can the balance be maintained?"
On this pinnacle, the Saint, who had sat cross-legged before the Sword in the Stone for who knew how many years, asked the Sky-Piercing Corruptor descending behind him. Threads of black smoke continually seeped from the gaps in the straw woven into his body, melting into this Motian Realm. His voice was calm and deep.
The Saint, the strongest of the Corruptor race!
"The Sixth Death Star has not engaged us in large-scale warfare. They should know that we are merely maintaining the balance and waiting for the Nethersecret Weaving. In recent years, the Mystic Spinning Machine's reactions have grown increasingly violent. The Fool has already foreseen that this Nethersecret Net is gradually taking