Everyone hurriedly looked up. The people from the God Realm immediately grew excited.
"The Saint is here! The Saint has emerged from seclusion!"
In the blink of an eye, the white figure that had still been far off in the distance arrived before them and stopped.
The newcomer looked to be around thirty years old. Her features were dignified, but her brows were cool and distant, carrying an innate air of authority.
Seeing her, the people from the God Realm hurried forward and bowed respectfully. "Congratulations on emerging from seclusion, Saint!"
Saint Fansu swept them a faint glance before turning her gaze toward Su Qiao. "It's only been twenty thousand years, yet you've certainly stirred up enough trouble."
Su Qiao was a little embarrassed. She rubbed her nose, stepped forward, and bowed. "Master."
Saint Fansu glanced at the divine soldiers and demonic soldiers confronting each other on opposite banks of the Oblivion River. A trace of helplessness appeared in her eyes. "I took my eyes off you for a moment, and you caused trouble again."
And this time, the trouble she had caused seemed to be no small matter.
Su Qiao pouted, clearly unconvinced.
How had this become her fault?
She was clearly hardworking and ambitious, organized in everything she did, upright in conduct, and she never bullied anyone by relying on her position. She even often helped the weak.
Fine, she admitted that she had indeed caused some minor trouble in the past and often needed them to clean up her messes.
After sighing, Saint Fansu turned to Ye Jinghan, who stood behind Su Qiao and was subtly protecting her from every direction. "Demon Ancestor, long time no see."
Upon seeing her, Ye Jinghan was reminded of the great battle billions of years ago. Back then, he had suffered