Spring has passed and autumn has come, and thousands of years have passed.

Xuanyang Realm, Xuanling Continent.

A group of disciples of the Wang family were patrolling the sea, led by a tall and thin young man in a blue shirt. Judging by his aura, he was clearly a cultivator of Huashen.

A red light appeared in the distant sky, very fast.

"Someone is coming."

The blue-shirted youth spoke and stopped.

It didn't take long before a giant ship flashing red came into their sight

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