My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Zhong Qing's pupils shrank slightly.

In fact, he did have some guesses early on.

In his contact with the spirits, he learned many clues.

But it was not until this moment that it was confirmed from Dao Wumeng, the most loyal and capable dog of the spiritual gods.

Noticed the change in Zhong Qing's expression.

Dao Wumeng smiled.

"Sure enough, you guessed it long ago."

"The spirit gods are essentially alien beings from outside the starry sky."

"Perhaps it was a catastrophe hundreds of millions of years ago that affected the starry sky, creating a connection or gap with the outside world, allowing them to enter."

"But even so, they cannot enter the starry sky in their true form."

"You can only bring your own power and consciousness into the space in a form similar to a spirit, and then combine it with the matter that already exists in this starry sky to complete your descent."

"But they are too powerful. They are not something that weak, post-natal creatures or any other material can withstand. The only object in the starry sky that can support them is the sun!"

All the previous doubts were answered at this moment.

The spiritual gods are indeed not just spirits of stars.

They are not born in the stars, but descend in the stars.

Dao Wumeng took a breath and continued.

"It is precisely because of this that they are essentially outsiders, not native creatures of this starry sky."

"So no matter how powerful they become here, no matter how they rule, they won't cause a catastrophe."

Zhong Qing clicked his tongue.

"So this so-called great calamity will only happen within the family, right?"

Dao Wumeng shook his head.

"Although it's just speculation, in my opinion, the catastrophe is probably the restriction that this world itself places on living beings."

"After all, we living beings are all born in this world. Perhaps our strength will affect this world, so it restricts us."

"The Great Tribulation may be a different kind of heavenly tribulation for cultivators, except that the heavenly tribulation only affects the individual, while the Great Tribulation affects all living beings!"

He raised his head and stared at Zhong Qing.

"This is the curse of all living beings born into this world."

"Only by being cautious and restraining ourselves can we survive."

"Originally, everything was going smoothly. The Spiritual Gods suppressed the Immortal Path for hundreds of millions of years, until now..."

"And all of this is actually because of you, Zhong Qing. If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened at all."

“No one can fight against the Spirit God, and the Immortal Resurrection Society cannot create a method to break through the barriers of life!”

Dao Wumeng shouted sternly.

"Zhong Qing, you think you are powerful and invincible, and you think you are helping all races to break free from the rule of the Spirit God."

"But do you know that everything you do is, in essence, accelerating the arrival of the catastrophe and pushing the world towards destruction?"

"Can you bear this responsibility?"

Facing Dao Wumeng's hoarse rebuke.

Zhong Qing was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"You said it very well."

"So it's none of my business."

Dao Wumeng was startled, then flew into a rage: "You..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhong Qing.

"You would rather be a loser than protect the world by kneeling and compromising."

"None of my business."

"Don't assume that everyone is as useless as you."

There seemed to be a glint of light in his eyes.

"You've been hiding here for all these years."

"I've been out there and seen a lot."

“There are many people who, even in death, will hold their heads high.”

“They are like the sun; even if they burn out one day, they will still shine on everyone until the end of time.”

Zhong Qing sneered.

"Who do you think you are to make choices for everyone?"

Dao Wumeng said angrily, "You are the same... everything you did was just stubborn and you didn't ask for anyone's opinion?"

Zhong Qing nodded.

"Yes."

"I don't need to ask anyone's opinion. I choose how I want to live my life."

"Because I'm strong enough, I can choose my own path."

"And you're a loser, so you have no choice."

Dao Wumeng was speechless for a moment.

Zhong Qing smiled indifferently.

"Okay, I'm not here to have a bullshit debate with you."

Dao Wumeng's eyes moved and he sneered.

"I know what you're here for."

"You want to find the Primordial God, right?"

"That Primordial God was hidden by the other gods in a different dimension. You couldn't find him, so you had to come to me and wanted to learn his location from me?"

Without waiting for Zhong Qing to answer, Dao Wumeng mocked him.

"But unfortunately, I have to disappoint you."

"I have indeed entered that alien space."

"But it was the gods who pulled me in. I don't know the exact location or entrance."

"Give up! You will never find the Origin God, and his power will become the key to the transformation of the Spirit Gods."

"You may seem invincible now, but once the Spirit Gods have completely transformed, that will be your death!"

Zhong Qing frowned.

If Dao Wumeng really didn't know the location, then wouldn't he have made a wasted trip?

It seems that the only way is to find a way to capture the spirit god and interrogate him?

I don't know what to do with my current means...

Before he could finish his thought, Dao Wumeng suddenly felt a shock all over his body.

"This feeling...that voice, it's coming again...is it because of you?"

Dao Wumeng's face became ferocious again, and he held his head and roared softly.

A strange aura also spread from his body.

Zhong Qing's eyes fixed.

The aura that emerged at this moment seemed... somewhat familiar to him?

Immediately afterwards, Dao Wumeng suddenly raised his head, and wisps of white gas emerged from his five senses and seven orifices.

And this white mist was very familiar to Zhong Qing.

It was exactly the white mist that once filled the White God’s domain!

The next moment, a familiar voice came from Dao Wumeng's mouth.

"Zhong Qing, you really found Dao Wumeng."

This voice belonged to none other than the leader of the Humanitarian Alliance, Yuan Xinyu!

Yuan Xinyu's voice actually came from Dao Wumeng's mouth, even Zhong Qing did not expect this.

"Yuan Xinyu? What's going on?"

Zhong Qing said in surprise.

Yuan Xinyu spoke in a hurried tone.

"Time is running out, there's no time to say more."

As he spoke, a wisp of white mist floated out from Dao Wumeng's eyes, flew towards Zhong Qing, and merged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"I'm hiding in the White God's domain. We've all been touched by the White God's power, so there's a connection."

"Through this slight connection... I think I can help you roughly sense... the location of the White God's true body in the alien space."

As he spoke, Yuan Xinyu's voice began to become intermittent.

"Come on... Bai Shen... I can't hold on any longer..."

In the end, before he could finish his words, the voice disappeared completely.

Dao Wumeng roared in pain and fell to the ground, and the white mist covering his face dissipated.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?"

However, a smile appeared on Zhong Qing's face.

"Just in time."