Zhang Yang looked at the three remaining Quasi-Sage slots and three sainthood slots in his hands. After some thought, he decided to reserve one for the Spirit Realm.
The Spirit Realm would be the main vanguard against the Demon Race. It needed comprehensive development across multiple dimensions and levels.
Both sides were awakened creatures-animals, plants, and spirits that had gained intelligence and could cultivate on their own.
Perhaps the only difference was the aura of their respective universes and what they were called.
Over there, they were called demons; over here, they were called spirit beasts. That was all.
The Spirit Realm's strength had actually changed a great deal over the years, but very few spirit beasts liked taking human form or traveling through the other realms. They all stayed quietly in the Spirit Realm and cultivated.
Compared to the beings of other races, their desires were pitifully few.
Could you believe it? The spirit beasts in the Spirit Realm had everything in their cave dwellings: televisions, refrigerators, sofas, and beds. Even when cultivating, they sat on fluffy animal-hide rugs.
They were quite particular about their food, too. They had long since moved beyond the imagined life of eating raw flesh and drinking blood. Their lives were remarkably refined.
That excluded those still fighting and competing for territory, of course. Those were merely uncouth beasts.
Zhang Yang did not distribute the slots. Instead, he waited for Little White to return, having recalled Little White while still on the way.
Zhang Yang gazed into the distance, as though he could see the Demon Race, then looked at the strange stone in his hand and sighed.
He had to lay his plans early.
The Thirty-Sixth Heaven.
Little White handed the reagent to Zhang Yang and asked in confusion, "Father God, aren't