Time ticked by, and more and more cultivators and vessels gathered.
The sky and sea were nearly full.
Familiar factions began speaking in low voices or exchanging glances, secretly forming alliances. The Rogue Cultivators, meanwhile, mostly remained silent, their eyes wary.
About another half hour passed.
Bzzzz—!
The enormous spatial vortex suddenly began to slow! The dark hole at its center expanded slightly, and the spatial fluctuations it emitted gradually stabilized!
"The entrance is about to stabilize!" someone cried softly.
Everyone instantly tensed, their burning gazes fixed on the center of the vortex.
After roughly another quarter hour, the vortex had nearly stopped spinning. The dark hole at its center expanded to a diameter of around a hundred zhang, its edges steady with flowing light, no longer spewing violent spatial rifts.
An even clearer, richer ancient spiritual aura and an unknown force of attraction spread from within the hole.
"Now!"
No one knew who shouted it!
In an instant, the sound of air tearing apart erupted!
Several dharma vessels closest to the vortex, along with dozens of figures, shot toward the dark hole like arrows released from the string, scrambling to be first, afraid that if they were one step too late, their opportunity would be snatched away by someone else!
The Sky Wolf Sect's black warship let out a muffled roar, smashed aside two small flying shuttles blocking its path, and charged in with brute force!
A desolate horn sounded from the Western Wasteland Golden Horde's giant raft. Shrouded in a tide of blood qi, the raft followed close behind!
The insect-nest wooden ship of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect from the southern frontier released an eerie green mist. Cultivators in its path hurriedly moved aside as it too slipped into the hole.
The crescent-shaped flying shuttle of the