Zhao Gongming stood on the altar, pondering for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
Why are the deities of the Southern Continent's divine court so weak, yet they have such a world-conquering, I-am-number-one kind of aura when calling out?
Zhao Gongming stroked his beard gently, gazing at the four priests fixed on the altar by four Dinghai Divine Pearls and the swiftly dispersing strands of divine light akin to summer night fireflies.
He glanced somewhat nervously at the elderly woman of the Holy Mother Palace beside him.
It's not for any other reason.
Earlier, they mentioned that directly killing the divine spirits of the Southern Continent's divine court would cause calamities within the Southern Continent.
But now, Zhao Gongming saw peace everywhere; there were no earthquakes, celestial fires, thunderstorms, or plagues...
