"Alright, you can protect the Desolate Wilderness. The Baxia Bloodline acknowledges you. This is your opportunity, and also my Desolate Wilderness' opportunity."
Looking at Han Muye, the Qilin nodded and said, "I'll send someone to the land of the Dao Competition."
The Desolate Wilderness would crash into the void of the Heavenly Mystic World decades later due to the pull of power.
As a Desolate Wilderness Divine Beast, the Qilin naturally wouldn't sit idly by.
"Senior, where did the race behind the Water Spirit Palace come from?" Han Muye asked, asking the question in his heart.
Han Muye knew many secrets of the world and had even seen the scene outside the dam.
However, he still did not know the origins of the Spiritual Armored Demons.
Hearing Han Muye's words, the Qilin looked up at him.
After a moment of silence, the Qilin said in a low voice, "Do you think there's an end to our world?"
Is there an end to it?