A tragic, stirring atmosphere began to spread through the crowd.
But at that moment, the old Valley Lord gave a silent laugh. Looking at Qitian Xiaole, he said, "You're getting old. Just like I was back then, you've become more and more stubborn and self-righteous. Looks like the heavenly Dao truly turns in cycles—who has Heaven ever spared?"
"Then tell me, what path to survival do you have left?" Qitian Xiaole's voice was cold as frost.
"A path to survival?" The old Valley Lord smiled faintly and greeted many people around him. "This old man returned today after breaking down the gates for only one reason—that is... to fish!"
"Fish?"
"What does the old Valley Lord mean?"
"He means he gathered such a huge group of people here?"
"That should be it!"
"But where does his confidence come from?"
The crowd immediately broke into discussion.
Qitian Xiaole and the others frowned deeply as well.
They too had no idea what this old ghost was bluffing about.
Did he mean that he and the Myriadpath Ruins were bait?
"Everyone!"
Before Qitian Xiaole could speak, the old Valley Lord turned toward the entrance of Myriadpath Valley and laughed loudly. "Look over there!"
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
At that moment, Myriadpath Valley shook once more!
Such violent tremors instantly sent everyone's hearts into their throats.
"What?!"
"Something rushed in!!"
"That is—!"
Amid the ear-splitting roar, Myriadpath Valley trembled again. Then, in the next instant, people saw a gigantic black-and-white sphere blast through the clouds and mist, sweep across the rivers and land of Myriadpath Valley, throw up waves that filled the sky, and come crashing toward them.
"What is that?"
"It looks like a Xeno warship!"
More than a million people were bewildered. From so far away, they still could not make out the