Xu Xuan looked up at the sky, and everyone followed his gaze to see an even larger crack open up in the void.
In the center of the crack was pitch blackness, from which mysterious breaths emanated. These were Spiritual Energy, the very energy that this world lacked.
Although this world had a slightly higher upper limit, it was essentially not much different from the Ghostly Bizarre World, with not much Spiritual Energy, just an excessively vast vitality.
One after another, Sky-piercing Star Skiffs emerged from the crack, and the people on the skiffs could be seen.
After Yang Xiao committed patricide, he restored his original form and joined the crowd.
Seeing the Taoists on the skiffs, who were extremely well-presented and wearing uniform attire, he was inwardly astonished.
Any one of them was one in ten thousand, a true prodigy. He had not expected the Dao Sect to have so many such individuals.
