"Greetings, Lady Demonic Saint!"
He Pingsheng bowed respectfully to Shang Xihong.
When the countless immortals around them heard that this was Shang Xihong, they all dropped to their knees in a great rustling wave.
The three enormous eyes suspended in the void gradually disappeared as well.
"Everyone, rise. There's no need to kneel!" Shang Xihong flicked her sleeve at the surrounding immortals, then took He Pingsheng with her as she left.
In an instant, they entered the void.
The boundless void stretched into endless darkness!
Yet golden light shone from He Pingsheng's body, even gilding Shang Xihong's red robes beside him.
"What did you do to earn so much merit?" Shang Xihong looked at He Pingsheng with envy on her face.
With a casual pinch of her fingers, a ray of white light spread between her long-nailed index and middle fingers, forming a barrier that enclosed them both.
He Pingsheng naturally did not dare conceal anything. He recounted the matter of the Message Transmission Immortal Talisman, then said, "If you need it, Senior, I can share some of this merit with you!"
"Actually, I don't have much use for it either. I purely wanted to improve the transmission of information here in the Demonic Realm!"
Shang Xihong nodded, a smile appearing on her face. "Hehehe... merit is a fine thing. It can help you comprehend the Dao, condense a Dao Seed, and break through in your cultivation!"
"It can also help those afflicted with wisdom severance rebuild their wisdom roots!"
"But... none of those problems exist for me!"
"So merit is of no use to me!"
"Seeing you earn merit today, I simply came on a whim!"
For a moment, He Pingsheng did not know how to respond. He remained silent for two full breaths before asking, "Then... how is