The entire Primordial World had plans of its own. With those burdens gone, they could move more freely.
The Demon Emperor glanced at the Overlords. "How many worlds' races stayed?"
Human Sovereign Fuxi took out a little notebook and kept swiping through it. "The three subordinate races stayed: the Fortune Clan, the Fire Barbarian Race, and Clearwater Way."
"The Wisdom Race and the Ant Race stayed as well. Their two Overlords certainly had foresight."
"The Giant Mouth Alien Race stayed. The Giant Mouth Overlord really likes the atmosphere of the Primordial World."
"And this race, the Xenomorphs, stayed too. Their exact reasons are unknown, but they seem to have their heads on straight."
"All the other races applied to emigrate."
"I tried to persuade them, but unfortunately, they always believed the Primordial World was bleeding them dry."
Demon Emperor Daochen shook his head. Sometimes, he was truly speechless. He wanted to exchange sincerity for sincerity, but some people never took his genuine goodwill seriously.
"Forget it. Let them go. At least the Spacetime Administration is relatively safe right now, so I can count my promise as fulfilled."
Having brought them safely to the Spacetime Administration, the Demon Emperor felt he had done right by them. Whether their future turned out well or badly was up to them!
The Demon Emperor met with the Overlords of the races that had remained in the Primordial World. He never held back his sincerity from those who trusted him.
"Everyone, your Origin Worlds were destroyed long ago. Your strength has suffered, your origin has been damaged, and your talents have been limited. All of this has a profound effect on your future."
"Since you chose to remain in the Primordial World, you have placed your trust in both this world and me."
"Those willing