Above the heavy clouds, there were nine layers of heaven. The endless mountains and rivers looked back at them with longing.
Tens of thousands of flying ships shot out at the same time, covering the sky and blotting out the sun. When he turned around to look, the mountains and rivers were covered in verdant green.
Just as Marquis Wu had said, standing outside the Heavenly Mystic World and looking back, the Heavenly Mystic World was so adorable that it made people reluctant to part with it and willing to protect it wholeheartedly.
On all the flying ships, all the red-armored soldiers looked back at the dazzling Heavenly Mystic World, as if they wanted to remember this beautiful scene forever.
How many people could survive a million-strong army?
"Only outside the Heavenly Mystic World can you understand how difficult it is to protect this world with all your heart." A voice sounded from behind Han Muye.
