The impact was extremely bad!
For the supernatural representatives who had yet to take the stage—and for the Shenzhou Administration Bureau in particular—the collective appearance of the Daoist Sect's reclusive elders had caused unimaginable turmoil across every state and province.
"...There may be a danger of flooding downstream."
They were assessing the impact brought about by the collective tribulation-crossing of the Daoist Sect's reclusive elders.
Even so, Fire Cloud Evil God had to admit one thing: the Daoist Sect's move had been far more shocking than personally appearing to shoot a promotional video himself.
The Administration Bureau's publicity methods might still have been too conservative.
The shock Song Haoran had brought to the Divine Land in his brief ten minutes onstage was no less than the worldwide spread of the Church's gospel.
For most of the people of Shenzhou, it had even been more direct, more shocking, and more closely aligned with the reverence for gods and ghosts that had existed across this land for thousands of years.
The Church's representative had put immense pressure on the remaining supernatural organizations, but after the Daoist Sect's representative took the stage, it had practically opened hell mode for the groups that had yet to appear.
Just look at the terrifying power displayed by those reclusive sword immortals while crossing their tribulations.
So Shenzhou had not merely possessed one invincible True Dragon. True sword immortals could actually travel a thousand li to kill someone, move mountains, and overturn seas.
"Yan... Can I skip going onstage?" Below the stage, Mr. Gareth of the Knight Organization gave a bitter smile and said in a low voice, "Your native supernatural non-humans of Shenzhou are really too unfriendly."
Yan Xiaoxi said nothing. There was merely an inexpressible look between his brows—the Daoist Sect had always acted discreetly,