"Senior..."
Ya Zi tried to keep himself calm, his voice tense, "You... are still alive?"
The master of this wisp of Divine Thought before him was at the same level as Pan Qiu!
As soon as Ya Zi spoke, he realized he had misspoken.
This statement was somewhat ambiguous... if he provoked this Heavenly Great Demon from a thousand years ago to anger, he'd be doomed!
Ya Zi was just about to open his mouth to correct himself.
"Alive? You could say that..."
Xuan Ming sighed lightly with a complicated expression.
Ya Zi was startled.
The other party didn't seem angry.
"After the great calamity, the Heavenly Dao was destroyed. Many people died; now I... have only a shred of remaining thought, barely surviving in this world."
Xuan Ming smiled and said, "Your realm is not bad, but unfortunately, the inheritance of 'Pan Qiu' in your Divine Sea is incomplete."
Reaching their level of cultivation.
The inheritance left behind would more or less retain a wisp of Divine Thought.
