Bai Chuwei glanced at Duan Feihan. The man in the suit had deep eyes, and he looked at her with apparent appreciation and a hint of a smile.
Cut off the connections between the two realms so that cultivators from the myriad realms cannot enter.
Now, the world beneath their feet has just experienced a revival of Spiritual Energy, absolutely capable of sustaining itself for thousands of years. By then, if the ancestors and the Creator God were to open the connections again, there would be no issue.
This is the best solution to the mess left by the treacherous former Heavenly Dao who signed an ill-conceived treaty!
The ancestors are not like the useless Heavenly Dao; they never put the young descendants in a bind.
Everyone held their breath, silently watching as the girl in white gracefully walked to the window of Yunding Hotel, looking out, with a faint brilliance flickering at her fingertips, sharp like a blade.
The sky grew overcast.
The wind rose.
