827, Ten years, Continent Domains advanced, collecting Heavenly Beads

A single person.

In the cultivation world, power is supreme.

The strong can suppress a domain with the force of one.

When Han Muye's figure appeared at the summit of Lingxiao Peak, everyone below raised their heads.

If there was still someone who could save the Lingxiao Domain at this point, it could only be Han Muye, Elder Han, the number one offering of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Below, Chen Shaodong's expression was solemn. He took a deep breath, lowered his voice, "Inside Daqinei, when Elder Han makes his move, we will join forces to rush out and drive those elites from the Galaxy Universe away."

"As long as we drive them out, there is still a glimmer of hope for us afterward, otherwise—"

Otherwise, the inevitable fate would be assimilation.

Being assimilated doesn't necessarily mean death, but it's certain that living will be worse than dying.

Daqinei nodded, his palm flipped, and traces of spiritual light quietly scattered.