"Congratulations, Daoist Hei Zhou."
"You are the seventh Great Power to emerge from our Mystic Sky Alliance."
In the starry sky, a group of Great Powers was congratulating Hei Zhou.
Hei Zhou looked at the white-robed figure ahead and bowed slightly, saying, "Without Alliance Hierarch Lu, I would not be where I am today."
She had narrowly escaped death, saved only by the trump card given to her by Lu Chenzhou.
The Great Power Tribulation was indeed too difficult.
"How is the Holy Lord? Do I need to do anything?" Hei Zhou asked.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh, saying, "You were so focused on your tribulation that you probably don't know the Holy Lord has already fallen, slain by Alliance Hierarch Lu."
Hei Zhou's face showed shock, and she stood there, long unable to calm down.
"You all have become Great Powers; I'm the only one left," the Star-devouring Sword Demon said with envy in his eyes.
