One hundred years later.
North Pole Emperor Star.
The Seven Luminaries, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, Left and Right Assistants, Two Envoys, Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang, and Seventy-two Earthly Fiends were all present.
The vast sky was lit up by shining stars, all of them divinities under Ziwei.
The Four Spirits remained among the Twenty-Eight Constellations; they needed time to brew and refine, until they could absorb the entire Star Domain.
"Now that one Daoist and one Buddha are in leading positions within their respective factions, this idle moment is as good a time as any to condense the fifth Tao Golden Pill."
Song Lin thought to himself.
No matter what conspiracies or tricks exist, they can't surpass the disparity in strength.
Currently, he still couldn't compete with masters in the True Immortal Realm; they could easily dictate his fate.
If he could condense the fifth Tao Golden Pill, the Time-Space Dao might provide him with a chance to survive.
