"Though I really hate to interrupt everyone, I, Xiao, have something to say."
"There's no need to act as if this were a final farewell. You'll have plenty of chances to talk in the future."
A lazy smile played at the Flame Emperor's lips, his charm undeniable.
"The Heavenly Emperor is barely hanging on by a thread. How could he possibly—"
Mandala instinctively started to object, but when she met that warm, faintly amused face, she spoke as if possessed:
"Could it be that Your Excellency, the Flame Emperor, has a way to revive the Heavenly Emperor?"
The senior figures of the Five Halls and Nine Prefectures all turned to look, their faces full of hope.
"Indeed. Brother Lin, why don't you explain?"
The Flame Emperor burst into laughter and gestured for Martial Ancestor Lin Dong to speak.
The resolute young Martial Ancestor gave a slight nod. "That was my intention."
The two who guarded the Great Thousand's frontier and kept watch over the Evil Clan from Beyond's armies had appeared on the Tianluo Continent at the same time. It was no coincidence.
The ancient calamity that had engulfed trillions of lives seemed to have ended in victory for the Great Thousand World, but it was undoubtedly a pyrrhic one. Countless people had died, and large numbers of peak experts had perished.
Even half the main plane had fallen and remained occupied by the Evil Clan from Beyond to this day.
The Heavenly Evil God, sealed on the Central Continent, was not yet dead.
An endless sea of armies from the Evil Clan from Beyond had entrenched themselves at the frontier, watching like tigers poised to pounce.
It could be said that the Great Thousand World's overall situation was far from good. It risked plunging into a second world-ending