Fang Heng pondered seriously once more.
The entire spiritual world was vast beyond measure. The area they had explored so far was not even 0.01% of it. If he calculated it, how many temples could there be in the entire spiritual world?
Moreover, the one before him was only a low-level temple.
If he could possess more temples, his sea of consciousness and mental strength would increase explosively.
It seemed like a great deal, but since he was capable of erasing other people's imprints, then others could also erase his. If they met head-on, fighting directly would naturally be no problem—he wasn't afraid of that.
The problem was not meeting them.
He didn't have that much time to waste in the spiritual world.
Therefore, the safest way was probably to find a way to destroy all the entrances to the spiritual world, leaving only the space fusion passage.
Fang Heng calculated silently in his heart, a sharp light flashing in his eyes as his gaze slowly turned toward Adam.
