Cloud Star.
Bustling Luohai City was packed shoulder to shoulder with people. A colossal Divine Temple towered at the city's center, drawing countless cultivators' gazes upward. Streams of light gathered continuously from all directions, as though some grand event was about to begin.
Before the Divine Temple's steps.
Ancient Saint Luo Hongfei stood quietly at the head of tens of thousands of cultivators, his eyes filled with reverence and yearning.
After waiting for a long while.
At last, Void Ripples spread through the air, and two figures stepped forth one after another, seizing the attention of the entire crowd like True Gods descending into the world!
The smiling monk's eyes brimmed with compassion, while Star Lord Long Tian was drenched in blood. The stark contrast was shocking to behold, instantly stunning the tens of thousands of cultivators into bowing in worship, their cries surging like mountains collapsing and seas roaring!
"Welcome, Star Lord!"
"Welcome, Star Lord!"
"Welcome, Star Lord!"
Listening to the fanatical cries and watching the myriad cultivators bow in worship, Long Tian was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.
This scene had once been the outcome he longed for.
But after undergoing such earth-shaking changes, the Devil Race could no longer tolerate him. Even if a twist of fate allowed him to win over all of Cloud Star, it had become utterly meaningless.
He stood there blankly for several breaths, completely dumbfounded.
The torment of slaughtering his own kind grew ever more intense amid this grand scene, continuously battering his mind and leaving this Devil Race elite—once so proud of his talent—with a heart filled with every flavor under the sun.
Seeing Long Tian standing silently, the cultivators of the human race grew even more fanatical.
Star Lord had clearly fought the devils fiercely and rendered