The flying magical artifact was taken away, and three Foundation Establishment stage Cultivators appeared on the moon.
Leading the group was a middle-aged man with golden, flowing hair. He stood on the moon's land, gazing toward Earth and said, "That planet called Earth is just ahead. We've finally arrived."
"Wesley, can the three of us conquer Earth?" asked a slightly younger man, covered in thick armor.
"Preston, there's nothing to worry about. We won't leave our magical treasures and will use them for attack. As long as we find a spokesperson to control Earth, the three of us can rule this star planet."
"Exactly. I just investigated Earth's situation, and their technology isn't advanced. They don't have flying vehicles capable of battling us. We have enough powerful air control," said another man.
