Xiao Wuwei departed.
Li Xian returned to Yuanling Clan, his face as usual.
He had anticipated that the Holy Sky Empire would send someone.
"Hehe, today's visit to Yuanling Clan was not in vain, to witness such a splendid spectacle. Now that the Celestial God's feast has ended, I should also take my leave."
The Rainbow Bright Celestial God stood up.
"I should also bid my farewell," said the Demon Jin Celestial God.
The faces of these two celestial gods were extremely serious.
When the Holy Sky Empire came, Li Xian informed them with certainty that the Great Emperor Qingmu Changsheng would return. This was a mixture of joy and worry for the two celestial god factions.
The joy was that when the two empires clashed, they would not have time to attend to them, and it would be best if both were injured.
The worry was that this eternal world would no longer be that peaceful.
"I hope you can join the empire."
Li Xian looked at the two of them.
