Before the words had even faded, Dijiang's broad, sturdy palms were instantly enveloped in a dazzling, brilliant silver light. Without a moment's hesitation, he unleashed his peerless spatial divine power, effortlessly bringing the entire Pangu Hall safely back to the long-lost Primordial World in the blink of an eye.
Those violent, raging spatial turbulence and the ever-changing void coordinates were utterly defenseless before this world-renowned Ancestral Witch of Space. Handling them was as effortless as lifting something heavy as if it were light, executing it with absolute ease.
Everyone reached out one after another, gently touching the thick, ancient roots of Jianmu. Sensing their care, the roots began to wiggle happily as if dancing, fully displaying their vitality and joy.
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