Indeed, after the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the Human-faced Moths gradually dispersed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now, back to Piaomiao Mountain."
Wang Lei spoke up.
The Spirit Ship once again revealed its spiritual light, continuously infused with spiritual power, and slowly ascended.
The sun moved slowly, the sky showed the white of dawn, and the vast golden morning light scattered over the earth.
"We've arrived at Piaomiao Mountain."
The view before them didn't have the fairyland feeling of Qingyun Sect's Baiyun Mountain, but it was lush and green, with a tranquil and serene ambiance.
As the Spirit Ship landed and everyone set foot on the ground.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted.
They hadn't yet enjoyed the benefits of being Immortal Seeds but had already experienced the harshness of the Cultivation Realm.
