After defeating Wuxin, Xuan Mo was bored out of his mind. He said, "Junior Brother, this doesn't seem very fun. These guys are pretty strong, but they still don't pose any threat. Are there any experts left in Tianqi City? Are there still any true powerhouses in the world today?"
Before he had finished speaking, a voice rang out. "Are the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain really this arrogant? I'll fight you."
As he spoke, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared. Xuan Mo nodded and said, "You're strong. There's a strange aura about you, as if this world deliberately created you as a powerhouse."
The old man nodded. "That's right. You brat, an outsider from beyond this realm, you've run rampant in this world for long enough. It's time for you to leave, isn't it?"
Xuan Mo rubbed his hands together. "Let me ask my father first. My father sent me here to gain experience." What he was thinking, however, was, Interesting. The World Consciousness has made a move? Hmm, I'll ask Old Father. If he tells me to leave, then I'll leave. This place really isn't fun.
With that thought, Xuan Mo immediately shouted toward the heavens, "Hey, Old Father! The World Consciousness here thinks I've thrown the whole world into chaos and wants me to leave as soon as possible. What do you think?"
In the Primordial Wilderness, on Yingzhou Island, Xuanxiao rubbed his chin and said, "It seems there really isn't much point in leaving that boy there. Hmm, how about bringing him back to continue being the Heavenly Emperor? This trip seems to have had no effect at all."
Luohu chuckled. "It was all right. At least he got to experience the local customs. After all, once one's cultivation reaches a certain level, improving becomes difficult. Rather