"Hurry up! Don't delay!"
"If we miss this major event, I will never forgive you."
"Yeah, yeah, we still have time, you know." A middle-aged man rolled his eyes as they entered a chariot of sorts that rode the river in the sky, traveling at terrifying speeds thanks to the violent but streamlined currents.
Within an hour, they arrived at a massive sea where so many people had gathered that there was no place for even sand to fit in. It was packed to the brim with people, cultivators from the Turia Supercontinent.
Hovering in the air were the immortals, millions in number now.
Honestly, with so much time, the Mountain Sect had made major waves, growing leaps and bounds to become one of the strongest sects of the Kun Realm.
