True Monarch Hanshan frowned and closed his eyes. This nephew of his is good in all aspects, but he has a very sharp tongue. Even during such a world-ending calamity, he doesn't forget to be sarcastic. Is he determined to maintain his sharp tongue until the end? If he didn't have backing from behind, he'd probably have been beaten to death many times.
"You could say that." Tianmiao chuckled softly. In a certain sense, it indeed is like that.
After saying this, Tianmiao raised her hand.
At this moment, a strong white light emanated from Tianmiao's hand, but it felt so gentle, so calming. The white light spread out with Tianmiao at its center, enveloping everything within.
Where the white light passed, everything was renewed. The gods and immortals present were covered in the light, feeling refreshed and their injuries from fleeing earlier were completely healed. The minor immortals who had died in the escape were resurrected, standing in the crowd with confused faces.
