In the chaotic sea of stars, several world gates hung suspended, divine radiance blazing as supreme might surged through the cosmos. Beneath a starbridge stretching across the heavens, terrifying beings emerged.
The Yuan Emperor's divine sense swept over the Qiong Luo Realm, receiving the Blood Dragon Army's report. He already knew that the True Disciples—the young prodigies of the realm's major forces—had been killed.
He did not blame the Blood Dragon Army's many commanders for acting on their own. They had followed his orders, and they had done nothing wrong.
Besides, it had already happened. There was no point in pursuing blame now.
"Prepare to open the world gates and recall the entire army. Bring as many cultivation resources as you can, and withdraw as quickly as possible!"
The Yuan Emperor sent a voice transmission to the nine commanders sealing the Qiong Luo Realm. At the same time, he drove his chariot forward, placing himself in the path of the many unknown beings.
He had poured untold effort into raising the Blood Dragon Army. It was the foundation that let him stand firm in the Samsara Hall; he could not let it be wiped out here.
At the same time, an order to cancel the mission passed from his sea of consciousness into the Samsara Hall.
The void of the universe, the Samsara Hall.
At the center of the hall stood a magnificent, crystalline stone stele. Countless pieces of information shifted across it every moment.
The stele connected the Samsara Main God with the many Samsara practitioners, and all mission information was displayed there.
A mission notice shot up from the bottom of the stele. In the span of a few breaths, it soared to the very top.
The sudden change instantly drew the attention of countless factions.
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