Most of them still held out hope, wanting to see the outcome of this battle for the Dao.
At this moment, in a grand hall in the Imperial City of the Heavenly Mystic World, a dazzling light screen floated in mid-air.
Outside the hall were countless protective arrays. Even the divine senses of the Dao Ancestors could not penetrate them.
If anyone were to see the light screen at the center of the palace, they would surely be thrilled and amazed.
The light screen was none other than a star map of the Immortal Spirit World and the surrounding void.
This map was displayed in solid form within the palace. Outside of the light screen, nearly 10,000 officials of the Heavenly Mystic dynasty sat in front of long tables, buried in calculations.
"Formation number 3,520 is too far forward, it needs to retreat 30,000 miles," a young man in front of various calculation tools rubbed his forehead and muttered.