"Supreme God King," Lin Juemie murmured with his head lowered, then said, "You think Qiu'er is a God King?
"That should be impossible, shouldn't it? Our Southern Region hasn't produced a God King in who knew how many tens of thousands of years."
"Then how do you explain that divine beast?" Lin Beisheng asked. "A divine beast capable of making Saints yield—why would it obey Qiu'er's commands?"
"This..." Lin Juemie fell silent for a moment, lost in thought as well.
"No matter what, this no longer has much to do with us. Qiu'er has his own path to walk; perhaps the Immortal Dao Bridge is where his journey will lead," Lin Beisheng said.
"We only need to govern the Nine Heavens Emperor Sect well. Record him truthfully in the Book of Eras, and let future generations judge everything."
Hearing this, Lin Juemie nodded slightly, tacitly agreeing.
Within the marshlands, Xu Zimo awoke from his cultivation.
As the saying went, there were no years in the mountains, and cultivation knew no calendar cycles.
He had spent a full month absorbing the mist, and the breakthrough of his extraordinary meridians had finally begun to slow.
The results of this month of cultivation were also remarkable. His tenth extraordinary meridian—the second Greater Celestial Circuit, the Navel Chakra—had been opened.
The spiritual energy within his body seemed to be developing from a long river into a vast sea, surging without end, unceasing and inexhaustible.
The tempering of his fleshly body had grown ever more solid and powerful.
However, the further he cultivated the Meridian Scripture, the more enormous the amount of mist required. Xu Zimo intended to find the source of this mist; it would surely aid his cultivation.
The mist of the marshlands merged with the air, while several piercing cries echoed