"Why have you come forward now?"
Qin Jun's face was full of confusion; he had been back in the Southern Heavenly World for more than just a day or two.
The celestial spirit spread its hands, "Because someone is attempting to devour the Southern Heavenly World right now."
Upon hearing this, Qin Jun's eyes widened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where is this person?"
Devouring the Southern Heavenly World?
Wasn't that the same as devouring tens of millions of people?
The Southern Heavenly World was home to countless islands, large and small, with a permanent population of at least tens of millions. Moreover, every day, innumerable cultivators would come and go through the various teleportation points.
"At the border of the Southern Heavenly World, I can take you there."
The celestial spirit said coquettishly, and as its voice fell, the scene around Qin Jun shattered like glass. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing before the Saint Emperor Palace.