Di Jiang sincerely said, "We don't care, little sister, come back! Are you going to abandon us and leave? Think of your Houtu Tribe, think of our tens of thousands of tribespeople, they are all waiting for you."
Ping Xin's eyes slightly fluctuated, and she shook her head sadly, "Ping Xin cannot leave the place of Reincarnation. My fellow Daoists, please go back!"
Zhu Rong angrily exclaimed, "Now that you're a Saint, you look down on us brothers?" He stretched out his hand to grab Ping Xin.
Ping Xin waved her hand, and an irresistible colossal force surged out, sweeping away the eleven Ancestor Witches with a thud, disappearing into the Netherworld.
Ping Xin slowly lowered her hand, took a deep sigh, and looked around the desolate Underworld, which rumbled and transformed as buildings rose from the ground.
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Different from the chaotic Primordial Continent, above the East Sea, Golden Turtle Island is very peaceful.
Inside Biyou Palace, Tongtian was sitting cross-legged.
