Myriad shields composed of hexagonal crystals, arranged as tightly as a honeycomb, encircled and guarded the continent.
At the very center of the continent stood a towering white Holy Hall that seemed to pierce the clouds.
It was a majestic and magnificent structure, seeming to connect heaven and earth as it exuded a sacred and solemn aura.
He was all too familiar with this aura.
It was the aura of the White King.
After his breakthrough to True God, Hu Qi could finally form a proper assessment. Drawing on the memories of Xi Zhongsi, he now had some judgment regarding the strength of the White King—the one who had killed him.
He should be at the Dao Seed Level.
He was likely exploring the Bottomless Realm at the moment.
If that weren't the case,
he couldn't have dispatched Xi Zhongsi back then.
The path the White King walked was likely one of harvesting faith.
And the world before him was not the King's Transformation Realm.
It was merely a dwelling for his followers.
