After leaving the Blackstone Secret Realm.
Qin Shujian headed straight for the Nine-Headed Dog Race's territory without stopping.
As for matters in the Eastern Continent.
They were essentially settled.
The academies had been established.
The cultivation manuals had been sorted out too.
He had even taken the opportunity to knock the players down a peg and show them who was boss.
There were no internal troubles for the moment.
External threats, however, were plentiful.
The most immediate problem was that the Human Race currently had no True Immortal to protect it. If a hostile race produced one, they would be in real trouble.
"Emperor Zhao should have no trouble breaking through to True Immortal, but the problem is that every race is watching the Human Race. If he attempts a breakthrough, they're bound to obstruct his Dao."
"What a headache."
Qin Shujian felt mentally exhausted.
He felt like a nanny, running around patching every hole in the Human Race's defenses.
Having finished dealing with the sacred land.
He now had to come to the Western Continent to find reinforcements for the Human Race.
There was no helping it.
Without reinforcements.
Emperor Zhao would most likely die attempting his breakthrough.
Of course.
The man might still have some trump cards up his sleeve.
Qin Shujian stepped forward, crossing countless mountains and rivers in an instant, while his thoughts continued to churn.
No, Emperor Zhao still has the Celestial Court's legacy. He might well have other trump cards. But come to think of it, he's never told me anything about that legacy.
His expression darkened.
Even asking for a fragment of the Heaven-Connecting Mirror had cost him the corpse of a Ninth Heavenly Being Flood Dragon in exchange.
Qin Shujian suddenly felt the urge to turn around, return to the Eastern Continent,