As soon as the words fell, the figures of Ling Xiao and Hua Hua disappeared from the spot.

Hanyue Immortal Palace.

Today's Immortal Palace has long lost the sanctity of the past, with only ruins and dead trees remaining.

Even the aura in the mountains shows signs of disintegration.

At this time, in front of the main hall on the top of the mountain, Qin Wushuang stood with his hands behind his hands, a touch of worry in his beautiful eyes.

It has been a day, Ling Xiao and the three people from the Holy Religion have disappeared for a whole day.

Although Qin Wushuang didn't know where the four of them had gone, he was... inexplicably worried.

Beside him, Han Qingqiu's expression was dull. There were only a few Han Palace disciples left, but they all looked downcast and looked extremely lonely.

The palace master died, and all the elders were killed.

In the land of Western Frontier, there is no such thing as a fairy palace.

"Junior Sister Han, where should we go?"

Many disciples gathered around Han Qingqiu, their faces a little pale.

"Let's go our separate ways."

Han Qingqiu's tone was cold, but it sounded somewhat ruthless in the ears of the disciples.

"You!! Han Qingqiu, you have no heart!!"

"How does the Palace Master treat you? Don't you know yourself? Now that the Palace Master has fallen and all the elders are dead, as the heir of the Immortal Palace, shouldn't you regroup and revitalize the Immortal Palace?"

"Revitalizing Asgard?"

Han Qingqiu shook his head slightly, a figure in white reflected in his eyes.

Although great revenge has been avenged, the holy religion has not been eradicated.

My wish is to accompany him to the nine heavens.
Chapter completed!