This group of fellows' devotion to the Holy Spirit has seeped into their bones, without even a glimpse of curiosity towards the Holy Spirit.
Half a day later.
A group of people gradually descended to the Bird's Nest Altar and looked up at Shen Can, who was sitting cross-legged atop the altar.
Their expressions varied; some were indifferent, observing the broken Holy Envoy Race, clearly realizing their revered Holy Spirit must have met a dire fate.
Without the Holy Spirit and the Holy Envoy Race, they are no longer nurtured.
Yet then, recalling the divine statue seen within the Divine Hall, those eyes seemed to devour their very soul.
The Holy Spirit is not dead!
At this moment, Shen Can rose from the altar, slowly descending its stone steps.
"The Holy Spirit of the Holy Envoy Race is from the Profound Bird Race, the head bird is Tier Seven."
The voice echoed in the ears of every Divine Treasure Martial Artist.
"Tier Seven!"
"What?"
"Seven..."
