March forward to the Heavenly Court, station troops in the starry sky!
Although among the myriad stars, there were only Zheng Ming's three thousand clones, his prestige had already begun to spread in all directions through this great battle.
Standing on the black altar that had become tattered, Zheng Ming gazed into the distance, a thought flickering in his mind.
This was not a very good thought, and when his foot stepped onto the altar, the thought appeared in Zheng Ming's mind.
"Greetings, young master." Gui Liu looked at Zheng Ming, the respect in his eyes becoming even more pronounced.
Zheng Ming waved at Gui Liu and said, "There's no need for formality, those people have escaped far away!"
"Indeed, they have all fled towards the direction of the Four Imperial Palaces where the Heavenly Court is located," Gui Liu said softly. "Because my cultivation level is similar to theirs, I couldn't manage to keep even one behind."
