Dionysius Spencer closed the light screen displaying Jeming, lazily lounging on a chair made of pure energy, playing with a transparent force field ball in his hand.
Inside the ball, a miniature figure was silently roaring, none other than the God of Blade whom he had captured alive.
But at this moment, the once exalted Holy Spirit was like an insect trapped in amber, struggling in vain.
Dionysius Spencer's gaze penetrated the force field, directly reading the deepest memory fragments of the God of Blade's soul.
Those ancient secrets, sealed by time and perhaps even blurred to the God of Blade, unfolded before him one by one.
After so many years, Dionysius Spencer finally found what he was looking for.
The scene reconstructed in his consciousness: Eons ago, the Master of the Aerial Plane clashed with the Master of the Divine Continent, who arrived through the Gate of Space.
The battle between the two Seventh Level beings raged fiercely, shaking the planes.
