"Are you not the main body?" Ning Zheng suddenly asked.
The Holy Spirit said faintly, "It was merely a coincidence that you found me; after all, I am not just the Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate. I am stronger than you imagine; I could be Zhongluan in your prison, or Jiumu Qing there..."
Ning Zheng understood, "It seems you indeed left some means on them. Only after dying and awakening can one regain oneself."
The Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate showed a trace of dissatisfaction, "I hope you consider this matter!"
"You should know, when you harness the tide of an era and overthrow the old dynasty, you are fated to die under the tide of the next era."
"History spirals upward continuously; the old dynasty will be overthrown."
"Born in the tide, die under the tide."
"The me, oppressed by the era now, is also the you of the future."
After saying this, the Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate fell, turning into a wisp of ash, death pervading the air.
