Amidst the heavenly vault, ancient silver-white starlight roared and completely awoke, arrays blossomed and transformed into radiant lights illuminating all directions.
As Li Quanqing's voice echoed through the grotto heaven, members of the clan immediately drove their magic artifacts and soared into the sky, resembling countless streaks of flowing light dancing in the air.
Finally, like swallows returning to their nests, they all plunged into the depths of the heavenly ship, so familiar as if they had practiced many times.
A blazing bolt of lightning ultimately bloomed, slicing through the sky and landing beside Li Quanqing, its mana presence equally powerful and intimidating.
As the light faded, Li Kunlun's figure emerged, clad in a purple robe, a sword on his back, exuding an ethereal and commanding aura.
He nodded with a smile at Li Quanqing as a greeting, then too stepped into the void and entered the heavenly ship, ready to embark together.
"Set sail, return victorious!"
