Biqiong stopped True Lord Dingjun.
"Dingjun, don't be reckless. With Han Li, Qingshui, Tianluo, and the others' strength, they still ended up trapped. Even if you go in, there's little you can do. If you get trapped too, our strength will be even more lacking!"
"Then what do you suggest? We can't just keep waiting here! It's already been three days. What if something happens?"
True Lord Dingjun was so anxious that his beard stood straight up. His face had already been red to begin with, and now it was even redder.
Biqiong pondered for a moment before saying:
"I think we should first wait for the outcome of the talks with the Mechanical Empire. With at least a few more True Lords, we might have a chance if we enter together!"
"Alas!"
Dingjun stamped his foot anxiously, making the entire Heavenly Vessel tremble beneath him. He looked at the surging black mist of the Black Abyss, but there was nothing he could do. Though he did not want to admit it, True Lord Biqiong was right.
Suddenly, Biqiong, Yuanhua, and Dingjun all sharply turned their heads toward the east.
Roar!
A dragon's roar suddenly rang out. The void split open, and a golden dragon pulling a magnificent carriage burst forth from the void. The golden dragon rode upon auspicious clouds, with spiritual resonance and spiritual power swirling around it, dazzling and resplendent.
"The Holy Son's carriage! That's the Holy Son! What grandeur—he has a golden dragon pulling his carriage! As expected of the Holy Son of our Tianli Sect!"
The Tianli Sect warriors aboard the Heavenly Vessel immediately recognized the golden dragon and carriage as the Holy Son's carriage. Cries of surprise rose one after another, and many wore excited expressions.
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