The Great Migration was imminent, and after that, things would become inconvenient for quite some time. Li Xu found a gap in his schedule to return to the secret chamber and log into Parallel Space-Time: 1657. He ended his meditation among the clouds and returned to the royal palace. After making some quick arrangements, he hurried back.
The appearance of the Main God and the resumption of the live broadcast seemed like a signal, as if foreshadowing something.
Ordinary people, of course, could not feel it, but a handful of experts who specialized in such studies all had similar premonitions.
The impact was still fermenting. However, Li Xu and his associates could no longer feel it, occupied as they were by the massive scale of the migration and the related preparatory work that filled their schedules.
Those who were only responsible for themselves, of course, were the most carefree.
But for those with families, it was not so easy.
