Is that a Wisp?

"Is this how you vent, Krune?" Zamura muttered, watching a figure arrive next to him. It was Feifei, having noticed the phenomenon from within the Mountain Sect Sub-Realm as she exited it immediately.

Sterlena also followed suit, same for the Seamstress, Zamuria, Gegrafikan, and Tina. Everyone gazed at the scene where Krune flew around in the air as a wisp, seemingly having switched off his brain.

At present, he was actually a silly wisp.

Feifei gazed at the scene, expressing her worry. 'It seems he's endured a lot. I hope this helps him relax.'

While watching him, she could feel Mental Energy swathing out from Krune, mixed with the sense of peace emanated by the Cloud Whale, causing everyone in the vicinity to become peaceful while countless thoughts clashed in their minds, allowing them to obtain new ideas.

"Feifei!" Followed by a sonorous shout, the wisp flamed into Feifei's arms, turning silent after that.

Feifei observed that Krune had fallen asleep, snuggling in her arms like it was the most comfortable cradle in the world. Smiling, she patted him, watching his ethereal form wave around, expressing the comfort and sense of security he was feeling at the moment.

After that, she turned around, intending to leave, when suddenly, she turned around as nerves popped on her face, expressing her anger. She quickly controlled it, saying to Zamura, "The ones from the Golden Gate Sect have arrived."

She then handed Krune over to him before flying towards the entrance of the sect.

"Wait, Feifei! Don't be reckless," Zamura shouted when Feifei turned around, motioning for him to be quiet.

"It has been long since Krune had a moment's peace. Let him rest for now. I'll handle the rest." Saying so, Feifei arrived at the sect's entrance, watching the space before her morph as a sphere slowly manifested itself.

The sphere was jet black, emanating a dense Law of Space. Slowly, it turned transparent before dissipating, revealing an old man within that seemed exhausted.

His eyes lit up in joy when he saw Feifei standing a short distance away from him, shouting in happiness, "You're here, Feifei. I finally found you."

"I've already prepared a ceremony for someone else to inherit my Spiritual Incarnation. I won't have any connection to the Golden Gate Sect after this." Feifei got to the point immediately.

Hearing her curt remarks, the old man was shocked as his face slowly reddened in anger, gritting his teeth as he said, "Even if you prepare the ceremony, there isn't anyone suitable to inherit it. In our sect's history, you're the only one after the founder to possess the Spirit Deity Spiritual Incarnation."

"That's unrelated to me," Feifei said in response. "I'll return everything I've obtained from the Golden Gate Sect and wash off my relations with it."

She sighed in exhaustion, muttering, "I'm really fed up with all this."

"Unfortunately, you don't have a choice in the matter." The old man shook his head. "You're our sect's only chance of making a comeback. Without you, annihilation is our only fate. So, please don't be selfish and return to us."

He then said, "Besides, what can this tiny sect even do?"

He snorted. "It has an impressive platform. But that's it. There isn't anything special beyond that. A sect needs more than just impressive decor to sustain itself."

"At least, we don't have any enemies." Feifei snorted in response. "And that's enough. We may be small, but we can cultivate peacefully using our limited resources."

"Do you think that's enough?" The old man sported a mocking tone.

"You're a Primal God," Feifei said, gazing at him. "But despite that, aren't you on the run? I don't wish to face such a situation."

"You think the Mist Sect would simply leave you alone even if you hand over your Spiritual Incarnation?" Upon seeing that an approach of invitation didn't work on her, he changed his tone. "They would still target you. After all, your potential is limitless with the Spirit Deity Spiritual Incarnation. Even if you condense a different Spiritual Incarnation, your relationship with the Golden Gate Sect isn't non-existent."

"That doesn't matter. I'll deal with that when the time comes." Feifei shook her head, intending to continue rejecting him, when the old man unleashed a burst of Godly Energy, pressuring her.

But suddenly, a green light wrapped around her as Zamura landed beside her. "Old man, cut it out. It's unbefitting of a Primal God to behave like this."

"Hmph, I was just giving her courtesy due to her talent. It doesn't take me much effort to kidnap her or even destroy this puny sect." The old man snorted, unleashing a spatial blade with the intention to destroy the green barrier and kidnap Feifei.

But suddenly, another spatial with equal power appeared and slammed into it, negating the attack.

"So, you're also well-versed with the Law of Space…" the old man muttered, intending to press forth with his attacks when he sensed Zamura's aura, muttering in shock, "How come you're only at the God Trial Realm?"

'I didn't use my actual strength, but still, a God Trial Realm ant managed to counter me?' The old man was shocked when he noticed that Zamura didn't even seem like he had exerted himself to counter that previous attack.

"Pocket Immortal, if you dare try anything else, you can forget about reviving your damn sect ever again." Feifei bellowed, unleashing a torrent of Godly Energy as a massive avatar of her appeared behind her, holding a cup in her hands where soul flames burned.

A glance at it and the old man experienced a minor headache, feeling like his soul could be pried out by her if he was careless. He wasn't afraid of that thought but rather began to laugh with maniacal joy.

"Yes, this is that power. Limitless improvement! Our founding ancestor's legacy!" He laughed before taking out a pocket dimension from his sleeves, opening a portal as countless immortals streamed out, filling up the skies as they neared the Mountain Sect.

After that, the Pocket Immortal shouted, "Everyone! Destroy this puny sect and kidnap Feifei. She refuses to follow us otherwise."

Upon his words, even those among the Golden Gate Sect members that were happy to see her alive began to emit killing intents, expressing unity in their desire to capture her.