"They're here, they're here!!"
Almost instantly, Ao Tian charged over with Black Dragon in tow, his expression agitated, and conveniently brought everyone from the Mocking Heaven Sect along as well.
By now, the suction force had grown stronger and stronger.
Chen Qiu had no time for further discussion. He merely hurriedly brought everyone into the Minor World.
The few Spirit Transformation female dragons on Dragon Island had not come along. Though they possessed Spirit Transformation cultivation, according to the Dragon Race's rules, female dragons did not participate in battle.
This was a Dragon Race custom. Their reproduction was far too difficult, so female dragons were usually very well protected. Just like tens of thousands of years ago—despite facing such a crisis, they had still managed to cling to life and pass down their lineage. If those female dragons had joined the battle back then—
the Dragon Race would have been completely declared extinct.
The instant these people entered the Minor World!
That powerful suction force immediately dragged Chen Qiu by force into the spatial rift before him.
The instant Chen Qiu landed, he did not inspect where he was at all. There was no need to inspect it either. From the words "Three Springs Pavilion" on that middle-aged man's robe earlier, he already knew where he was.
He immediately released Ao Tian from the Minor World.
Then, without the slightest hesitation—
he sat cross-legged in the air. Several thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones scattered through the sky as he immediately began his breakthrough. The moment he circulated his cultivation technique, muffled heavenly thunder faintly rumbled overhead.
The moment Ao Tian was released, he transformed into a Red Dragon dozens of zhang long.
"Roar!"
Along with a dragon's roar—
"Hundred Phoenixes Returning to the Nest!"
Almost instantly, the Ninth-Grade Spirit Transformation Domain,