The Great Migration That Shook the Celestials

The man paused, then said, "Divine Land warriors and Divine Land people are migrating out of the areas under our jurisdiction.

One year—no, half a year at most.

There won't be a single Divine Land person left in the areas we oversee."

Bang! One of the higher-ups slammed the table and roared, "A Feng has gone too far.

Is it really that hard to give A Feng an Emperor-grade Demon Crystal?

If we could have given it to him, why would A Feng have needed to leave?

Now that things have come to this, tell me—how are we supposed to clean up this mess?"

In the end, they failed to reach any conclusion. All they could do was promise the Divine Land people substantial benefits and try their best to placate them.

During this period, Snow God was overwhelmed with worries. Sitting in her living room, she reached up and tousled her hair.

She recalled scenes from the past.

A Feng had sat beside this table many times, eating the meals she had cooked for him.

Over the past ten years, she had made many demands of A Feng, and he had fulfilled every one of them, rendering great service to her faction.

Yet she had rarely met A Feng's requests.

She often reflected on whether she had cared too little for the children, leading to the outcome of today.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

All the Celestials had taken notice of the Divine Land people's migration.

"A Feng's influence is incredible.

He actually managed to make all the Divine Land people migrate."

"Exactly. The areas under Snow God's jurisdiction will soon have no Divine Land people left."

"A Feng is truly sparing no effort in serving the Grand Marshal."

"I think A Feng is taking