As people continued to alight onto the ancient battleship, the three-eyed old man who had just emerged from the deva rainbow vanished, reappearing on the ship itself. Actually, he wasn't alone; he was joined by five Nascent Soul cultivators.
It seemed as if the ship was just about to set sail, and yet, it was in that moment that a beam of light pierced through the air off in the distance, causing intense whistling sounds to echo through the air.
"How could I, Zhao Tianjiao, not participate in a major event such as this!?"
