After the Human Race Palace tore through space for hundreds of thousands of light armors, Xu Fan looked back toward the transit world and saw only a tiny Light Spot.
Like a firefly in the distance on a pitch-black 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 secluded.
"This seems to be taking me farther and farther away from my laid-back life."
"And I rented that shop too early." Looking at the distant Light Spot, Xu Fan murmured inwardly.
At that moment, Yuan Lord came over to Xu Fan's side.
"Divine Master Xu, once the plan you mentioned gets underway, can we first help Arrow Dao Senior become a Chaos Saint?" Yuan Lord asked.
"Wasn't that agreed upon long ago?" Xu Fan's voice carried a hint of confusion.
"That was then. This is now."
"If possible, I want all six Seniors to become Chaos Saints before we return." A trace of sorrow tinged Yuan Lord's voice.
"Of course. Once the Human Race grows stronger, doesn't that mean my backers grow stronger too?" Xu Fan grinned.
"Yuan Lord, I want to know, were there only those ten Seniors who left the Three Thousand Realms?"
"At its peak, there were thirty. Later, some sank into chaos, some became part of chaos, and many more died defending the Three Thousand Realms against all manner of disasters."
"These Human Race Seniors have had it far from easy in the chaos." Yuan Lord let out a long sigh.
"If that path had been discovered earlier, so many Human Race Seniors would not have fallen for the Human Race—or for that path."
Seeing Yuan Lord's deep emotion, Xu Fan knew there were many stories behind it.
"Before we