"Help... help us... become Monarchs..."
Qian Xin Master murmured these words repeatedly, his voice hoarse. He subconsciously activated his Qingxin and mind-focusing Magic. A refreshing Daoist Intent rose from his Purple Mansion, cleansing his Divine Soul and sweeping across his spiritual altar. He feared that something had gone wrong with his Cultivation, allowing an all-pervasive Heart Demon to invade and cause such absurd auditory hallucinations and delusions.
Situ Huaji did the same. Acting even more drastically, he directly bit the tip of his tongue. The coppery taste of blood and sharp pain flooded his senses, rendering his spiritual altar increasingly clear.
Everything before them was undeniably real—including the calm Primordial True Monarch sitting beneath the withered tree, and the warm tea that had splashed from the shattered cup he had dropped!
