If Zhang Yang had not been there, the arrival of the Celestials on Earth would have been tantamount to destruction.
The Creator God had sent the Celestials to Earth and created humanity.
Yet they had also continuously destroyed and recreated humanity.
They seemed to regard humans as test subjects.
But in Galacta's eyes, they were all living beings.
Living beings were being destroyed like this.
No wonder there were so many unwritten rules in the universe.
Thinking of this, Galacta could not help saying to Zhang Yang, "I can only guarantee that I can persuade my father not to harm Earth in any way, but I cannot make any guarantees regarding the other members of the Creator Gods."
There was a trace of disappointment in Galacta's tone when she said this.
After pausing for a moment, Galacta looked at Zhang Yang and continued, "However, I can guarantee one thing: I will definitely help you."
Galacta spoke with certainty.
Her expression was grave, and no one knew what she was thinking.
As for Zhang Yang, he was not thinking that much at the moment.
Whether the Creator Gods would come to Earth was not Zhang Yang's main concern right now. After all, there was no need to think about it; those so-called gods were definitely coming.
Otherwise, they would not have sent so many people to test him first.
What Zhang Yang was focused on now was how to let all the mages of Kamar-Taj possess magic.
After all, that bastard Eternal Emperor had now reclaimed White Magic.
Looking at it this way, it seemed Zhang Yang could only create magic himself for these people to learn.
Because, regrettably, the White Magic within Zhang Yang's body had also disappeared.
Zhang Yang could understand that.
What belonged to someone else had to