Fang xinglan retreated quietly.
From the beginning to the end, he had raised his vigilance to an extremely high level.
He had no choice.
Without any clear information, Fang xinglan did not dare to let his guard down.
Originally, the immortals and gods of the heavenly court existed in the offworld battlefield, so it was safer to stay there.
But then.
The heavenly court was about to go to war with the star beasts, and those Immortals and gods probably wouldn't have time to notice him. At that time, the scene would be in chaos, and it would be perfect if some conspiracy against him happened.
Therefore, only by returning to the Qianyuan sacred land would he have enough protection.
To put it bluntly.
The ten thousand races were calm on the surface, and the true immortals of the various races couldn't make a move on their own.
With the strength of the Qianyuan sacred land ...
As long as it wasn't a true immortal, other troubles weren't a problem.
