The outcome of the Myriad Dynasty War would decide whether Great Xia lived or died!
It tugged at the nerves of every person in Great Xia.
In this senior official's eyes, since Xiao Chen had already swept up two thousand God-Battle Points, he ought to return to the dynasty at once and secure their victory.
Remaining in the Mystic Battlefield only meant more dreams haunting a long night!
Though the other senior officials said nothing, their expressions were grim as well.
In their hearts, their opinion of Xiao Chen had shifted from a god descended to earth to someone who could not see the bigger picture!
"Xiao Chen said he wants to enter the Spirit Realm. An old acquaintance is waiting for him there and needs his help!"
Lan Xiaodie spoke up. As a member of the Great Xia Battle Group, she had naturally been summoned as well and had arrived at the Great Xia Divine Palace early.
"Nonsense! Enter the Spirit Realm? What grand spring-and-autumn dream is Sword Demon indulging in? To enter the Spirit Realm, he has to fight his way into the top ten of the Ten Thousand Dynasties at the very least. How could he possibly do that alone?"
"Xia Emperor, Sword Demon has indeed been somewhat rash this time. Please use the Image Transmission Stone to order him to return to the dynasty at once!"
"Exactly!"
The moment Lan Xiaodie finished speaking, many senior officials erupted in anger, slamming their golden tables and berating him loudly!
They had originally thought Xiao Chen had remained in the God-Demon Battlefield to seek opportunities and improve his cultivation!
Who could have imagined he was indulging in such a grand spring-and-autumn dream!
Enter the Spirit Realm?
Was the Spirit Realm so easy to enter?
Never mind Xiao Chen!
Even