Li Ping'an feels that he is thoroughly busy.
Battling bodies come and go, true forms appear and vanish; two battlefields constantly need firefighting, flying back and forth through heaven and earth.
Of course, the Roc serving as a mount may be even more exhausted.
Li Ping'an watched as the divine spirits of the Southern Continent returned to the Southern Continent's divine court, and instructed the old woman from the Holy Mother Palace to close the entrance and exit of the grand formation, leaving the main hall of the Holy Mother Palace.
The Qingluan bird was waiting outside.
Li Ping'an was not in a hurry, taking advantage of his battling body rushing around, with the situation in the Sea of Blood stabilized, he finally found time to go to the Heavenly Emperor's Academy to see what his reserve immortal officials were busy with.
Adjusting his black robe, tidying his long hair, he stepped on the Seven Stars, riding the clouds inside.
