The Immortal Temple, vanished.
For the mighty ones of the Golden-Winged Divine Race, it was as if it were but a dream.
However, they were not without gains; some had acquired Innate Realm Essence, others had slain powerful beings from other races to obtain spatial treasures, and the rest would receive mission rewards upon their return to the Great Bliss Divine Domain.
In comparison to the three chaos races and the high-dimensional races alliance, they fared much better.
"Are we not pursuing?" Wang Ye asked Jin Yujun.
"We can't catch up." Jin Yujun looked in the direction where the Immortal Temple had departed, a longing in his eyes, "This is a divine artifact of great creation."
"This too is part of an encounter," Wang Ye lamented.
Empress Jin Yena said, "Emperor Jin Zhong has marked it. Later, the Chaos Gods of our race will reclaim it, and even if we catch up, we won't have the power to claim it for ourselves."
Wang Ye pondered deeply.