"Xuanzhen Daoist Friend!" Ding Qiu said without a smile.
Xuanzhen nodded, "It's about time. We should set off!"
A moment later, all the cultivators and martial artists boarded the flying boats. The array barrier of the Ancient Relic Array opened, and two Vermilion Bird Cloud Boats, along with four Flame Sun Flying Boats, glided out one after another.
The flying boats ascended above the clouds, advancing majestically and swiftly toward the eastern part of the Yunxiao Mountain Range.
Such a fleet of flying boats was still quite rare in the Wanhua Western Region.
Numerous cultivators and martial artists noticed the flying boats in the sky and couldn't help but retract their necks and gather their auras.
Especially Sheng Youhuang of the Nether Prison Sect, who didn't even dare to breathe heavily.
Jian Changhe, Yunxiao, and Yang Zhenshan formed their cores one after another. If you ask who suffered the most, it would undoubtedly be Sheng Youhuang.
