Tang Xiu took Chen Zhizhong and Tang 28's group of five into the sky as they stood hundreds of meters high mid-air, looking at the collapsed mountain peak.
The Diablo Praecantator Clan was pitiable, while the Sacred Pristine Palace turned into an abomination.
Whatever happened between them hundreds of thousands of years ago, be it right or wrong, and all the grievances, enmities, and whatnot, it had now come to a complete end with the destruction of the small world and the collapse of this mountain peak. As of now, only a deep puzzle occupied Tang Xiu's mind. What exactly was the existence of Earth? Why would so many strange pocket worlds connect to it?
