"Fellow daoist, since you cannot ascend to the upper realm, why not pass your Dao succession to me? I, Divine Spirit, will definitely ascend and inherit your will to rectify the upper realm's wind essence," said Divine Spirit passionately and eagerly.
"Shut up!" Qi Yuan was furious.
A Dao technique hit Divine Spirit's mouth and he was immediately silenced.
Qi Yuan was immediately much quieter.
No wonder the old masters liked to cover their mouths, the feeling of being silenced was quite pleasant.
"Who says I can't rectify the wind essence of the upper realm because I can't ascend?
A disciple from the Grand Brilliance Palace was chattering away just now, and what happened? Wasn't he squashed to death by my two Golden Cores!" Qi Yuan ranted at Divine Spirit.
Rogue Immortal Venerable widened his eyes: "Killed by Golden Cores?"
He suddenly recalled, during the battle just now, there was a flash of a star above.