Patching the sky.
For ordinary cultivators, it makes no difference whatsoever.
On the contrary, without the loss of essence, the world's spiritual energy dissipates more slowly, and in the future it will never reach the end of the Dharma age.
It has little effect on the True Gods, who cannot break through anyway; their only regret is losing the chance to be the lapdogs of the Divine Realm.
"It's just that I've sown great karma with all future humans and immortals…"
Zhou Yi shrugged without caring; as long as one lives in this world, karma is unavoidable. Even hiding away in a cave, there's still lingering waves from magical duels, or meteorites from outer space crashing down.
"This poor Daoist has cultivated for tens of thousands of years—am I really going to lose to the so-called prodigies of the era?"
