After the blood red rain descended, an endless milk white fog descended from the sky, and it covered the entirety of Ocean of Clouds City and Welkin Wolf Mountain Range.

Yang Ye stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, and then a strand of the milky white fog descended on his palm. Yang Ye gazed at it for a long time before he looked once more into the sky, “So it really was true…. Saints return the spirit energy they consumed upon their deaths….”

One had to absorb countless strands of spirit energy and Quintessence Violet Energy in order to attain the Saint Realm, and that same spirit energy and Quintessence Violet Energy were the foundation of this world. It could be said that attaining the Saint Realm was equivalent to a fight with the heavens. To be more precise, one was fighting with the heavens from the moment that person stepped foot on the path of cultivation.

What did they fight the heavens for? They fought to live!

Regardless of which world it was, it wouldn’t be far from destruction once the spirit energy there had dried up. If Saints wanted to live longer, they naturally had to absorb even more spirit energy to strengthen themselves. In that way, they naturally stood...