Just as Yang Chen dealt with the two King level experts, a flash of light suddenly streaked across the sky above an unknown planet in the distant Cosmic Starry Sky, like a meteor.
When the flash vanished, it was clearly not a real meteor. Upon landing, one could see that it was actually a group of unfamiliar Human cultivators.
Unlike ordinary cultivators, however, every one of these Human cultivators possessed formidable strength. They could stand atop the Cosmic Starry Sky with ease and move through it at will.
The group now stopped here. If Yang Chen had been present, he would certainly have recognized one of them.
This man wore white robes and stood with his hands clasped behind his back, carrying an imposing aura without displaying anger. He was none other than the Spirit King whom Yang Chen knew well.
The Spirit King was still the same as before, but he was not the leader of this group. Looking ahead, the one standing at the very front was a white-haired, stoop-backed old man leaning on a cane.
This hunched old man appeared weak and on his last breath, yet the sharp shrewdness shining from his eyes was enough to show that he was no ordinary, mediocre figure.
Having stopped here, the hunched old man stroked his beard and said with a chuckle, "Fellow Daoist Spirit King, how much farther is it to your Spirit South Two Realms?"
"Haha, less than a month remains. If Elder Jin is willing to pick up the pace, we may arrive in just over ten days."
"Hehe, picking up the pace is no trouble. This old man has always acted like thunder and wind; I do not enjoy dragging things out. Besides, I am truly curious about this genius you have been praising in