"This is..."
The Mocking Heaven Sect's Third Elder, Orthodox God, stood dazed on the deck, gazing down at the city below. He found it hard to imagine that this city filled with modernity was actually the Primordial Continent.
But the Heavenly Dao had fled the Primordial Continent with severe injuries. By all rights, the Primordial Continent should have been a higher-level continent.
How had it turned out to be Blue Star?
The people here were too weak to even truss a chicken, utterly incomparable to immortals like him. Could such a continent truly nurture a monster like the Heavenly Dao?
Didn't that mean he was invincible?
It was just that there was absolutely no spiritual energy in the air.
Just then—
"Everyone."
A crisp voice suddenly rang out beside their ears. A young man in uniform floated before them, a "Chen" embroidered on his chest, holding a peculiar firearm. Looking down at them, he casually glanced at the wristwatch in his hand.
"I am Zhang Yiping, captain of Team Seven, Division Three, Blue Star Branch of the Space-Time Administration."
"It has been detected that, due to temporal and spatial misalignment, you entered the main world by mistake from an affiliated parallel world. Repatriation is now being carried out."
"If you refuse to cooperate, you will be eliminated on the spot."
The moment his words fell—
"How presumptuous!"
A Mocking Heaven Sect disciple on the deck had fury written all over his face. "Do you know who you are speaking to? A mere mortal dares act so outrageously? You're courting death!"
As he spoke, spiritual energy at the Immortal Venerable realm surged forth, warping the very air.
However—
"Oh."
The young man merely had a faint white light flash across his armband, and the people on the deck instantly felt the