Hot-blooded fervor and clamor were always fleeting.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators sailed into the deep spatial passageways aboard flying vessels, and the once-brilliant starry sky gradually fell silent.
At the same time, the Gold Spirit magic arrays monitoring the starry sky gradually receded. Looking out, they rose and vanished like tides of gold, like the end of a grand fireworks display, leaving behind only profound darkness and silence.
Wang Ping stood in the void and surveyed his surroundings.
The Ascension Platform, forged from gold, now floated alone in the starry sky. Its surface reflected the faint light of distant stars, glimmering with a frigid metallic sheen. Nearby, only one colossal flying vessel and one large flying vessel remained moored together.
Golden light flowed over the colossal flying vessel from bow to stern. Its hull was engraved with intricate Gold Spirit magic arrays, every line faintly flowing like a living thing and radiating an indestructible, weighty aura. This had to be the work of Vajra Temple; only they could wield Gold Spirit magic arrays to such an extreme.
The other large flying vessel was entirely different. It was shrouded in a gentle azure glow, Water Spirit Particles flowing like thin mist beneath the starlight, light and nimble. Wang Ping swept it with his gaze and immediately saw that every aspect of the vessel's construction served speed. Even its attack arrays were few and far between.
"Linshui Prefecture's masterpiece..."
Understanding dawned on him.
This was a purely logistical flying vessel, built specifically to coordinate battlefield supplies.
As Wang Ping observed it, a figure rose from the flying vessel on clouds and landed three zhang away from him in the blink of an eye.
"Grand-disciple!"
It was Yang Rong.
She bowed with perfect propriety, nothing like her lively self at her own