"Don't panic," Shen Yunmai drawled.
Yuan Qu gave him a somber look, thinking, Who wouldn't panic at suddenly running into something like this?
Though that spaceship looked battered, its passengers were anything but: they were the cream of the Chaotian Continent's history.
On the way here, Shen Yunmai had sent them all the information on the Ascension Ones. Comparing it against the Chaotian Continent's history, they knew those Immortals' identities very well. They were either founding patriarchs of sects or peerless geniuses.
"It's fine. None of them can beat me," Shen Yunmai reassured them.
When he had still been Chief Military Command Advisor, he had indeed fought throughout the universe without an equal, until he met Jing Jiu. The problem was that now he had only a head, fitted to a tall, cumbersome mechanical body that merely looked the part. How could he possibly be a match for those Immortals anymore?
"Could that Immortal Maiden in purple be Immortal Maiden He?" Yushan clasped her hands before her, her face full of admiration.
Immortal Maiden He had been a daughter of the Tian Household on the Chaotian Continent over ten thousand years ago. One day, she attained the Dao and ascended. Many female Daoist cultivators aspired to be like her, and she was one of Yushan's idols.
But why was the spaceship those senior Immortals rode so battered, and why did they look so bedraggled? What on earth had happened to them?
Standing behind them, Peng Lang rose on tiptoe to look at the black-robed Daoist sitting atop the battered spaceship. Guessing his identity, he hurriedly straightened his clothes, preparing to bow.
Suddenly, two startled cries rang out at the breach in the warship.
Peng Lang drifted leftward into the depths of the warship, only stopping when he reached the operating