Because of the distance of a galaxy, the powerful beings of the vast universe had no idea that Yu Qian was repairing the sky, racking their brains to ponder methods of sky supplementation.
In the suspended Holy City, the Holy Ancestor entered the Gold Collection Pavilion, paging through ancient texts, and racking his brain.
In an ancient village, the War Ancestor furrowed his brows, anxiously scratching his head, losing a handful of hair.
Powerhouses from the Void tribe, Deity Clan, Yin-Yang Tribe, Dragon Clan, and Phoenix Clan also sought methods to repair the sky through various means.
Hall of All Clans.
The void was torn.
The figure of Di Tian appeared, turning his head to glance at the void behind him, he raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "That old undead one, still unwilling to give up?"
"Emperor!"
The patrolling powerful beings of All Clans moved forward, bowing respectfully.
