The moment these strange beasts and divine beasts woke up, the power of the Heavenly Dao in the Desolate Wilderness condensed and turned into the phantom of a black tiger.
The black tiger looked at Han Muye with excitement in its eyes.
The Heavenly Dao of the Desolate Wilderness was created by Han Muye.
Facing Han Muye, the Heavenly Dao was filled with endless admiration.
If Han Muye had not nurtured this Heavenly Dao, how could the wilderness have returned to the Heavenly Mystic World?
Han Muye raised his hand and gently stroked the void, as if he was stroking the top of the black tiger's head.
"Let's go home."
Turning around, Han Muye strode out.
He did not even look at the sage of the Immortal Spirit World who was frozen in midair.
The demonic light interweaving above the Desolate Wilderness was already so powerful that even the world could not suppress it.
