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Below the World-Breaking Platform, three thousand vanguard cultivators led by over twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators stood upon the decks of Void Crossing Boats, their Protective Spiritual Light torn at by gale-force winds.
When a Purple-Gold Thunder Dragon burst from Xu Yunfan's fingertips, the Foundation Establishment cultivators felt the mana in their dantians congeal like lead and mercury. The qi-refining disciples' souls trembled violently, and several of the weakest fell directly to their knees.
Lu Chuan forced himself to look up, his pupils reflecting the Thunder Dragon tearing through the Realm Sea.
He had once fought alongside Clear Source True Monarch and knew that Chaos Birth and Death Profound Light could annihilate Foundation Establishment cultivators. Yet now, he watched it melt away like ice and snow beneath the Thunder Dragon's claws.
The improved formation patterns on the surfaces of the thirty Void Crossing Boats flashed frantically, barely managing to withstand the aftershocks spilling from the edges of the passage.
Inside the vessels, the formation masters stared at the cracked compasses in their hands, their Adam's apples bobbing as shock filled their faces.
"Subduing the Realm Sea through human power... Is this the might of the Dao Fruit of the Divine Vault?"
"Void Crossing Boats, move!"
At that moment, Lu Chuan, standing solemnly at the prow, shouted sharply.
Thirty enormous vessels covered in improved spatial formation patterns transformed into ghostly streaks of light. They precisely deflected the chaotic profound light spilling from the passage's edges, carrying three thousand vanguard cultivators as they vanished into the passage in an instant and charged straight toward the rift in the Attila Realm's boundary wall.
Xu Yunfan watched all this quietly and did not intervene again.
Any disciple of the Primal Beginning