At its peak, the Witch Race had twelve Witch Emperors. Who would have dared provoke them then?
To put it bluntly, even a God of Sovereignty might not have provoked them.
But things were different now.
The present was no longer the past!
For a race sustained by treasures, the day would always come when those treasures were lost.
Over the long river of time, as the twelve divine sparks were passed down, accidents were bound to happen.
No one could stop that!
So, although the Witch Race still had three to five left now, perhaps after countless more epochs, even those last three to five would be gone.
For now, though, with those three to five divine sparks, the Witch Race could still hold unrivaled dominion over a region.
To keep anyone from recognizing his primordial divine spark, He Pingsheng had used the Thirty-Two Great Men divine ability on this visit to the Witch Race.
He still wore that strikingly handsome face, while his divine spark had the spatial attribute.
Speaking of divine sparks, He Pingsheng himself was somewhat puzzled.
Logically speaking, when cultivators in the Divine Realm cultivated Great Dao Arts, they could generally only cultivate Daoist laws with the same attribute as their divine sparks.
It was not that they could not cultivate other Daoist laws, merely that the efficiency was too low.
Yet although his divine spark was a primordial divine spark, when he cultivated Spatial Daoist Law or other Daoist laws, he had never found his efficiency in comprehending them to be low.
It seemed as though he could cultivate any Daoist law.
Thump... thump... thump...
As He Pingsheng walked, he suddenly heard a highly rhythmic series of sounds.
Before he could turn to look, an enormous foot landed beside him with a thump.
Then