"These people are all top experts from the Spirit World."
Lingxiao Master looked immensely proud.
"With them, you'll save yourselves quite a bit of effort."
"Thanks."
Lu Chuan had not expected His Highness Void to send out so many powerful experts.
Over the following days, the plane's development speed increased dramatically once more.
In less than six months, the plane's diameter had already exceeded ten thousand zhang, and its internal environment had become even more diverse.
From Hao Dong's perspective, it looked like the black fog emitted by hellish demons in a supernatural movie, rapidly swallowing every inch of land it passed over.
"I... I wanted to give you a surprise, okay?" Wang Zhangzhu did not dare say that she had wanted to secretly observe him. No one liked having someone spying on them from behind.
When the nine streams of immortal energy interconnected, compensating for and complementing one another, they each returned to their proper positions, and his body calmed once again.
Anthony burst into laughter, his voice dripping with mockery. "I really never expected you to be the son of the God of Light. I thought you were merely a survivor of Andohar. If I'd known, I should have killed you back then!" His body flickered in midair, and when he reappeared, he had taken on a completely different form.
"Yaoyao, the choice is in your hands. No matter what... I really don't want you to be with Yu Aotian!" Qilian Aoyun's words carried a strong sense of disgust.
Li Daol and the other two were dumbfounded. A tea table made of pure tempered steel had actually been slapped out of existence? Slapped into vapor? Could this ancestor really be a true god descended to earth?
"Of course... Hey, what are you doing?" Chen Xing still wanted to