"Very well."
The Spirit revealed a smile.
"Young Rod should receive some good fortune again... Hmm, I can return now, there are no threats nearby."
The burning Spirit gradually faded, soon disappearing from this space.
But he didn't notice that before the Spirit vanished, a strange shadow appeared on a part of him.
Boom!
In the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, the Holy Fire burned intensely, golden light radiating, turning the entire sacrificial ground into a golden world.
Everyone instantly quieted down, all eyes turned toward the boiling Holy Fire.
A golden figure floated out from the Holy Fire, although it appeared insignificantly small compared to the Holy Fire, it gave an impression of filling heaven and earth.
"Your Majesty!"
The sound of rustling enveloped the scene, almost everyone knelt down.
Only the Archbishop and Rod approached.
"King, is the Spirit Realm safe?"
The King smiled and said, "Of course, with me here, nothing can threaten the Holy Fire."
