Ji Jingqiu did not respond but instead looked up at the illusory Bitter Sea above the canopy of heaven, and the twelve pillars of light supporting it in the distance.
He remembered what the Guardian God had once said to him, that they could not keep up this illusionary Bitter Sea for him indefinitely, and that ultimately, he would have to shoulder it himself.
He had no idea how much time was left.
On this point, neither the Four Directions God nor the Guardian God had ever said explicitly, only urging him to diligently cultivate.
He wondered if this timeframe was determined by the boundary of a Heavenly Person.
Ji Jingqiu perceived the Divine Embryo in his body, floating and sinking.
Without the starlight, the little fellow began to swallow and spit out his blood-energy, his Qi Force.
And the blood-energy, the Qi Force expelled by this little fellow seemed to have undergone some sort of tempering, becoming stronger.
