The white-robed old man was somewhat surprised, but he said nothing.
"Good!"
"Since you have already made your decision, little friend, that is for the best!"
"Though Heavenly Divination Palace cannot be considered a major power, it is still quite good!"
"Go back and prepare well!"
"In three days, the guiding pillar of light will descend upon the Mystic Heaven Realm!"
The white-robed old man's projection gradually faded.
"The Supreme Sacred Realm is vast and boundless!"
"Opportunities and dangers coexist!"
"Take care of yourself, little friend!"
His final voice drifted away. On the dark crimson planet, only Jiang Fan and Zhu Jiuyang remained.
Their gazes met. Though neither spoke, they seemed to share a certain understanding.
They had once been opponents. Perhaps they would meet again in the so-called Upper Realm.
They could barely be called old acquaintances.
"Brother Zhu, farewell!"
Jiang Fan cupped his hands.
Zhu Jiuyang hurriedly returned the salute.
"Brother Jiang, see you in the Upper Realm!"
Jiang Fan nodded slightly.
Then, without lingering any longer, his body turned into a faint golden streak of light and raced toward the Mystic Heaven Realm...
News of the Jietian War's end spread through every corner of the Mystic Heaven Realm like a spring breeze.
The war clouds that had hung over them for so long suddenly dispersed, and the entire realm was immediately swept up in celebration and relief.
The Zixiao Sect undoubtedly became the center of the festivities.
Lanterns and decorations filled the sect, immortal music lingered in the air.
Spirit wine flowed like springs, and delicacies covered the tables.
Sect factions of every size and cultivation clans from across the Mystic Heaven Realm arrived in an endless stream to offer their congratulations.
Jiang Fan was surrounded at the center of the crowd, accepting praise from every