No figure appeared atop the Cloud Platform.
Only an indifferent, distant voice echoed through the hall:
"The Person of Heavenly Mandate will enter your sects, and the Heavenly Book will descend of its own accord.
If there is nothing more to discuss, withdraw."
As the Dao sound faded, everyone bowed and said, "This disciple takes his leave."
The Five Saints, Bei Ming, and Haotian departed Zixiao Palace together.
Immediately afterward, Zixiao Palace vanished into the chaos.
Within the chaos, the Saints stood apart from one another.
Haotian was locked onto by several auras. A chill rose down his back, leaving him uncomfortable all over, and he did not dare linger.
Thus, he hurriedly cupped his hands in a deep salute and lowered his head slightly.
"Senior brothers, senior sisters, the Heavenly Court still has many affairs to attend to, so I will not disturb you further."
With that, Haotian swiftly withdrew, transforming into a streak of golden light as he raced toward the Primordial Wilderness.
Though the Saints were displeased by Haotian's tattling,
they all understood that with the cataclysm approaching, it was not something Haotian's complaints could influence.
Jieyin pressed his palms together and gave a slight bow. "The West has not been peaceful in recent years. I must return to hold the fort. Everyone, we shall meet again if fate permits."
He truly feared that something might go wrong.
Even while he was still in the West, the Demon Sect remnants had dared to cause trouble time and again.
If he remained away for much longer, who knew how many variables would arise.
They said that one had to shatter before rebuilding.
Over these years, the Western Religion had painstakingly established order atop the western ruins left behind by Luo Hou's self-explosion.
Yet what Old Ancestor Ming He