All the Evil God believers and the gray mist creatures have been dealt with.
After the core ceremony over at the Imperial City was disrupted, these small towns barely caused a ripple.
However, ordinary people in the city still felt a lingering fear, and many prayed to the skies, worshiping Tao Yu.
A single thought from those in power could decide their life or death!
Perhaps after struggling to survive humbly for decades, they end up being harvested like bundles of straw, dying insignificantly, without value.
Tao Yu glanced below, the golden Human Dao radiance on his body easily soothed everyone's emotions, and before the city's authorities could arrive, he had swiftly flashed through the gray mist, leaving only the words 'Purification Holy Hall'.
Making them deeply grateful.
