That night, the Star God Temple gathered all disciples willing to head south to Western Continent.
Most of the disciples here were natives of Northern Continent. Many came from prominent families or had places of their own to return to, so they were unwilling to migrate south with Su Moxie.
Yet this move left everyone uneasy. If even the disciples were beginning to relocate, didn't that mean the sect could no longer hold on?
The Star God Temple higher-ups offered no specific explanation, only telling them that they were arranging a way out.
Of course, disciples in the Nascent Soul Realm and above could remain in the Star God Temple and contribute their share. As for disciples below the Golden Core Realm, there was no need for them to stay behind and throw their lives away.
The Extraterrestrial Cultivators were coming with savage force, and nearly every group they sent was among their finest. There were hardly any Golden Core Realm cultivators among them.
After all, they were the vanguard. They certainly had not come to die and bolster someone else's morale.
It was estimated that only after Northern Continent had initially stabilized would those low-realm minor cultivators descend in succession.
The group included Bai Zihe, Su Xiaobai, and many others.
Su Qiubai ran over to plead with dad, hoping to remain in the Star God Temple.
"Dad, I'm a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator too! Why can't I stay? I'm really not afraid of death..."
"Hey! You little bastard, why does a young lady like you love keeping life and death on her lips? If your mother weren't in poor health and unable to have more children, who would care whether this bratty girl lived or died!"
"Fine, fine, fine. Dad, you've finally spoken your true feelings, haven't you! If