Time quickly passed by.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had gone by since the battle of Tongtian Mountain range.
During this half month.
The people of the Fourteen States of the Primordial Ancient Domain were immersed in the joy of Qiao Yuanqing's demise.
But at the same time, they were also steeped in tension and worry.
"Fellow cultivators, that battle was truly too fierce. Over a million people died in our Primordial Ancient Domain, and countless more were injured!"
"Indeed, especially the fourteen top-tier forces, their casualties were even heavier, with many Immortal Venerable Elders perishing in battle!"
"Luckily, our sacrifices were worth it. Under the cooperation of Mr. Yang and Senior Di Hong, we finally slew that old thief Qiao Yuanqing and welcomed a clear Qiankun for our Primordial Ancient Domain!"
"However, it's been half a month, and Mr. Yang and Senior Di Hong have not awakened. Who knows how they are doing!"
