Cosmic divine energy surged, sucked in like a storm by the two Great Saints. Their flesh healed, their greatly depleted power rapidly recovered, and their majestic auras blossomed anew.
Great Saint Qian Lun looked at everyone around him, feeling so stifled that he had the urge to cough up three pints of blood.
Clearly, it was the Ancient Emperor's Daughter of their Ten Thousand Dragon Nest who had been captured, yet now every one of them was urging him not to act impulsively. Heaven and Earth had truly been turned upside down, black and white utterly confused!
"Fellow Daoist Gan Lun, the fight has been fought. Since the problem cannot be resolved through battle, let us communicate in another way."
Great Saint Yan Qi kindly advised him.
Great Saint Qian Lun kept a grim face and said nothing.
How could he not understand that whatever could not be won on the battlefield would not be obtained at the negotiating table either?
Yet as he looked around, Great Saint Qian Lun was unusually lost. He could find no supporters!
"Heh." Golden King sneered, seeing through Great Saint Qian Lun's weakness. He put away the Golden Mace and returned directly to Beidou.
"Forget it, forget it. Everyone has endured from the Primeval Era until today. It has not been easy for any of us," Great Saint Hun Tuo said.
"We shared several thousand years of friendship at the end of the Primeval Era. There is no need to resolve matters this way. It harms harmony too much. Let us go back." The Great Saint of Primordial Lake also vanished.
Qin Sheng and the others returned to Beidou one after another. In the end, Great Saint Qian Lun was the only one left here, standing alone in the shattered Starry Sky.
His face