As Fuyao Palace flowed downstream toward the Pure Land, Fang Xing was being guarded by numerous Primordial Breeds, making his way deep into Ping Huang Yuan. On the way, a Royal Divine Beings flew at the forefront, neither too fast nor too slow. As it passed, clouds scattered on Ping Huang Yuan, swamps shifted, wild grass bent to the ground, even sparse forests dispersed, revealing solid ground, demonstrating its authoritative presence. In contrast, Fang Xing was held captive in the center, surrounded by monstrous snakes and giant dragonflies, forming a protective circle, seemingly guarding against his escape.
"Hurry up!"
