Dragon Clan City.
Within the grand and majestic hall, Su Mo sat upright in the seat of honor. Below him, the two sides were filled with experts from the various races and factions.
Many people's hearts surged with excitement, secretly thrilled, for they had waited for this day for countless tens of thousands of years.
Many experts had once believed that they would never leave the Desolate Realm in this lifetime, that they would perish along with the end of the Desolate Realm's era. Yet everything had taken a turn, and Su Mo had descended like a savior.
"Everyone, I plan to leave the Desolate Realm today and head to the Yunlan Great World. Are you all ready?" Su Mo swept his gaze across the crowd and asked loudly.
"Su Mo, I have waited ten million years for this day. There is no question of whether I am ready!" Overlord Great Emperor grinned, unable to conceal the joy on his face.
The mighty Overlord Great Emperor had once been a figure who intimidated the Divine Realm, someone others could only look up to. But before Su Mo now, he seemed like an oversized child.
"Su Mo, we are all prepared. We are only waiting for you to lead us away!"
Gongsun Mu wore a smile before asking in a grave voice, "However, how many people do you intend to take with you? How will the Desolate Realm Alliance be arranged?"
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded. Their departure was certain, but the Desolate Realm Alliance could not simply disband.
The main issue was that the various races and factions had far too many people, numbering in the hundreds of billions. Clearly, it would not be convenient to take them all away.
"From each of your factions, I will only take ten