"So that's how it is." Wuyou and Ming River suddenly realized.
Xuanqing said, "Alright, the current sealing is sufficient. We can return to the Primordial now."
"Let's go!"
Taishang descended from the Cloud Platform, smiling, "The Immortal Saints of the Dao Alliance must be delighted now."
"Let them enjoy it a bit more then."
Daoist Lord Yu Chen said, "What do you think about us returning directly as the Three Pure Ones?"
"That's fine!" Taishang had no objections.
"And the Taoist Ancestor?" Ming River asked.
"The Taoist Ancestor, naturally, is 'High on the nine-layered clouds, meditating on true Dao with a mat'!"
Xuanqing gazed at the Primordial Land, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"When we descend, I wonder how many divine beings will be frightened to death."
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On the Primordial Land, countless holy beings and great powers held their breath, eyes fixed on the edge of Chaos, eagerly awaiting the final outcome.
