After the Human Race Palace tore through space for hundreds of thousands of light armor, Xu Fan looked back toward the transit world and saw only a tiny speck of light.
Like a firefly in the distance on a dark night.
Xu Fan suddenly recalled his original plan: once his cultivation base reached a high enough realm, he would take the Sect and settle down somewhere hidden.
"This seems to be taking me further and further away from my laid-back life."
"And I rented that shop too early." Xu Fan silently remarked to himself as he looked at the distant Light Spot.
At this moment, Yuan Lord came over to Xu Fan's side.
"Divine Master Xu, once the plan you mentioned gets underway, can we first let Arrow Dao Senior become a Chaos Saint?" Yuan Lord asked.
"Wasn't that something we agreed on long ago?" Xu Fan's voice held a trace of confusion.
"That was then. This is now."
"If possible, I want all six Seniors to become Chaos Saints before we return." There was a hint of sorrow in Yuan Lord's voice.
"Of course. If the Human Race grows stronger, doesn't that mean my backing grows stronger too?" Xu Fan grinned.
"Yuan Lord, I want to know, were there only those ten Seniors who left the Three Thousand Realms?"
"At our peak, there were thirty. Later, some became lost in the chaos, some turned into Primordial Gods and Devils, and many more fell while shielding the Three Thousand Realms from all manner of calamities."
"These Human Race Seniors have had it hard in the chaos." Yuan Lord let out a long breath.
"If that path had been discovered sooner, so many Human Race Seniors would not have fallen for the Human Race or for that path."
Seeing Yuan Lord