"The Demon Race True Saint has mortal enemies. He shouldn't be making enemies on his own initiative, right? But there's no use thinking too much about it. Whatever comes, we'll deal with it." Wang Xuan pondered.
Demon Heaven Palace stood supreme, the source of the Demon Race's spiritual strength and the faith of countless great demons, but it truly did have terrifying archenemies.
Wang Xuan thought to himself, "It's not a big problem."
The rise of Flower-Fruit Mountain had been confirmed to involve a True Saint, so no one would lightly confront it. Moreover, all signs indicated that this dojo might have some connection to Gujin.
Demon Heaven Palace would certainly understand that this lineage came from beyond the heavens, because its name could be seen in Zhong Cheng's primordial spirit, and Gujin had also appeared in that universe.
"I hope that people from the Mother Universe, especially old acquaintances discovered by Ran and subjected to soul-searching, will have a better living environment from now on," Wang Xuan muttered.
His eyes were deep as he looked toward the brilliant starry sky. No matter what, today's battle would have far-reaching consequences.
This was no longer a conflict between young limit-breakers. It had risen to the level of True Saints from Beyond the World!
"I've done everything I needed to do. It's time to leave now." Wang Xuan stepped upon starlight and set off alone.
There were still many great demons here, but not one of them stopped him.
Wang Xuan remained utterly calm as he passed through the demon armies of every faction. The scene was deathly silent, quiet enough to hear a crow caw, as they watched him head away on his own.
In the distance, massive five-colored immortal ships still remained. On the other side were portions of Super