Chen Xun condensed the Great Dao inscriptions of two Primordial Chaos Immortal Treasures and directly entered secluded cultivation.
Everything within the sect continued as usual. Fu Tian was in seclusion—so what if the heavens were pierced through? They were family.
Despite such earth-shaking commotion, the State Religion remained calm, Tai Yi Immortal Court remained calm, and the outside world behaved itself even more. Anyone trying to spy on Fu Tian's cultivation could not even pass Tai Yi Immortal Court's barrier.
Chen Xun was also quite at peace. He could not help recalling his time in the Desolate Heaven Domain, when the slightest disturbance would draw countless gazes upon him, endlessly vexing him. It had been better to flee to the Primordial Chaos River for some peace.
Now, he no longer had any lingering worries. He openly summoned the Primordial Chaos Immortal Treasures, and at last, none of those Strongest Myriad Races of Boundless leapt out to chirp and prattle. This was how it ought to be.
This peace gave him a rare sense of ease. At last, he had set down his heavy burden.
He had also received word that the Ancient Sacred Clan had completely severed ties with the Chaos Clan. The Ancient Seven Realms were at least sensible.
The Chaos Clan no longer had any immortals to hold the fort. They could no longer rampage through the Three Thousand Great Worlds as they had in the past, nor could they stir up any waves now. The disciples of his sect no longer needed to head to the Extraterritorial Battlefield to battle those endless evil spirits.
Afterward, the Ancient Sacred Clan could only merge into the Ten Thousand Clans and advance alongside the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Let them fight among themselves... it could be considered an act of