The upheaval in the Three Thousand Provinces shook the entire world!
"Is it really that terrifying? Do we have to move away? The disaster hasn't even arrived yet, has it?"
Some debated, some doubted, and others felt this was alarmist talk that exaggerated the danger. Surely it was not that serious.
"Shut up! These are the Sage Emperor's words. Better to believe the danger exists than gamble that it doesn't!" an Old Cult Master rebuked.
"I really don't want to leave my homeland!"
That day, in a dozen or so Great Provinces along the fringes of the Three Thousand Provinces, shafts of divine radiance shot into the sky as teleportation gates opened.
Vast numbers of cultivators retreated, leaving their Mountain Gates and homes behind. Divine Birds and savage beasts also fled at the first hint of danger, heading for other Great Provinces.
Even so, some still refused to believe it. They waited and watched, unwilling to readily abandon their current pure lands.
Some Great Churches were even more adamant, believing their Dao Lineages possessed reserves powerful enough to weather any danger safely.
All Lin Fan could say to that was that kind words could never turn back a ghost bent on dying!
"High-level cultivators at least have a chance to escape. Those mortals can hardly leave their own locality in a lifetime. How are they supposed to get away?"
Those dozen or so Great Provinces were boundlessly vast, their expanses measured in hundreds of millions of miles. Countless races lived there, and their inhabitants were beyond counting.
Cultivators alone numbered in the hundreds of millions, let alone ordinary people.
Boom!
Suddenly, a deep, muffled drumbeat sounded between heaven and earth. A gigantic Light Gate appeared out of thin air, dazzling and brilliant.
Rumble!
Then warships flew out one after another,