This feeling of heart-pounding anxiety, he hadn't experienced for a long time.
The cultivators all closed their eyes to meditate, a myriad of colored lights emerging around them.
The atmosphere inside the cabin was as tense as iron.
Everyone was aware that once the spaceship landed, danger would loom everywhere, with life and death hanging by a thread.
The spaceship sailed ceaselessly, piercing through clouds and fog.
At dawn the next day, before the morning light penetrated, the giant ship shook violently, slowly descending.
Shen Xuan stepped out of the cabin with Liu Minglin.
A damp and cold wind hit their faces, carrying the smell of earthy dampness and decaying vegetation.
The scene before them took everyone's breath away.
This was a desolate mountain long forgotten.
The mountain's body exposed iron-blue rock formations, resembling the spine of a giant beast.
