Lingxu smiled and said,
"Haha, that's right, you haven't seen it so you can't judge, but I have seen it, so I can tell you, it's actually nothing much."
Chen Xuantian rolled his eyes.
Lingxu shrugged,
"It really isn't anything. I've really calculated it. The Taiji Realm still has at least two thousand years. Even if the tribulation thunder in the sky gets out of control and sweeps down, how many people can it kill? Even if the Heavenly Demons descend together, how many people can they seize? Didn't Nan Hua come down earlier? How many people did he eat? He's still giving out rice.
Moreover, mere mortal flesh, the Heavenly Demons wouldn't care about that, so their target can only be Cloud Platform Peak, only the Nascent Soul True Men at the top of the Ninth Peak. So as long as I don't soar to the Great Void, the demons will besiege the Cloud Platform Peak. Tell me, why should the masses worry? Why do they have to take this egg?"
Chen Xuantian understood,
