Even a divine powerhouse on the Dark God's level faced many restrictions under the World Laws. Descending into this world was no easy feat. Sending a small fragment of his consciousness to deliver a few words or reveal an image was simple enough, but a divine descent of this magnitude, controlling the High Priest's body and traveling so far, with enough overwhelming pressure to lock down space itself—by a conservative estimate, at least half of him must have descended, right?
The more of him that descended, the greater the chance of the World Laws detecting him, and naturally, the more restrictions he would face.
For Ye Chuqi, this was undeniably an opportunity.
It all depended on which would hold out longer amid the tribulation lightning: her or the High Priest's body.
San San sighed and sorted through everything in the space, moving the fragile Starry, in particular, along with the still-bewildered Yan Jiu and Joshua, who had only just entered, into a separate compartment. The rest of the space would soon receive the tribulation lightning it devoured. San San had gone to considerable trouble to get the two boys inside, and there were all the spirit plants and herbs it had painstakingly accumulated over so long. It wanted to save whatever it could.
Of course, if even Ye Chuqi herself could not survive in the end, the space and all the people and things within it would probably be annihilated along with her.
For the first time, San San controlled the space and unfurled a massive vortex behind Ye Chuqi. The space, which had never manifested before, revealed a faint, ethereal silhouette. Through it, one could almost make out hazy mountains and rivers.
The once peaceful, tranquil space now surged with lightning. Those savage, serpentine bolts of purple lightning seemed