Warships flew toward Earth one after another. They were already very, very close, yet none of Earth's living beings noticed anything—none except Meng Chuan and the others.
Puppet and Robot also leaped from the warships, accompanying a few of them to explore other planets in the Solar System.
By today at the latest, those warships would appear beyond Earth.
Of course, reaching Earth's Outer Space was one thing. Whether they could descend to Earth was another.
The Starry Sky was only one route. Earth's great mountains were no less restless.
On a famous mountain in the West, mist surged skyward. Figures moved within it, and the scrape of Battle Armor rang out without pause, as though an army waited behind the veil.
In an Ancient Land of the East stood an old stone gate. A hand reached out from behind it, seemingly trying to push the Portal open.
Scenes like these were unfolding across the globe. This world would not know peace.
Some even claimed to have seen a Deity cross over with their own eyes and subdue Beast Kings and powerful humans.
Aliens really had descended from the Folded Spaces behind the great mountains and Ancient Lands, far more of them than Black Nether Peng and his companions who had arrived not long ago.
It was a sign that many more Aliens would soon appear on Earth, seeking to seize its Fortune.
Meng Chuan and the others could perceive the Great Thousand. Nothing escaped those on Wuyi Mountain.
But neither Meng Chuan nor Yaoyao intended to seal the passages against these arriving Aliens.
Even those who were originally in the Xiaoyao Realm would have their Cultivation cut down as they crossed over.
They would be no more than Shackle Realm cultivators.
Let them come to Earth. Earth's living