Devouring Emperor, one of the people who pushed the two universes to fight to the death, had been killed!
The mysterious Devourers also disappeared into the sky as if they had never been there.
However, the death of Devouring Emperor did not make anyone feel good.
Old Master's brows were tightly furrowed, and his face had never been so serious before.
Jian Wushuang's mind was in a mess. This was not the first time he had heard news about Xuan Yi from outsiders. However, every time, it would stop at the beginning and end abruptly.
"Master, what kind of existence are you!? Why can't I get any news of you even though I've already reached the peak of the Dao?" Jian Wushuang looked at the void and suddenly felt a little weak.
"Old Master, I'm a little tired." He slowly closed his eyes.
Old Master turned to look at him and nodded. "Let's go back then."