An Ruming looked down like a deity, causing the soldiers guarding the flying island to break out in cold sweats.
In the starry sky, the chosen ones represented a form of deterrence.
It wasn't just about strength but also the influential families and sects behind them.
Behind every chosen one stood a colossal force, providing resources to aid their growth to the utmost, and once grown, these chosen ones became the most potent protectors of their forces, ensuring their perpetuity generation after generation.
Although there were many chosen ones in the Ancient Immortal Realm, few could match An Ruming.
The creatures before the flying island dispersed, not daring to block An Ruming's entry into the realm.
An Ruming leaped forward, his white robe fluttering, appearing like a descending hermit, landing on the flying island.
Every flying island had a massive Mechanism City on it, which served as the entrance to the Ancient Immortal Realm's array.
