The next morning was the day the Creation Secret Realm officially opened.
In a long, narrow region with few stars, several magnificent starships belonging to the Interstellar Alliance floated silently in the void.
Those in the Dao Seeking Realm could already cross the Chaos Star Sea at will.
On such an important day, naturally, no one would be late.
On the deck of the lead starship, Chen Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his sword robe billowing, every inch the lofty hermit master.
A fierce sword intent, deliberately stirred between his brows, made his entire person seem razor-sharp and impossible to look at directly.
Behind him stood Ye Li, calm as ever, along with Fang Shuhan, whose excitement remained impossible to conceal.
At that moment, Chen Yu silently watched the two streaks of light trailing toward them.
Ross, dressed in a pure white church robe, was the first to land upon the deck.
He did not greet the three of them. He merely walked straight to the other side of the deck, then closed his eyes and hid his entire face within the shadow of his hood.
"..."
Perhaps it was just an illusion.
But Ye Li always felt that the other party seemed to be deliberately avoiding him.
"This won't do..."
Ye Li's thoughts churned. I'll have to find a chance to kill you later. How can I not think of a way to exchange a few more words with you now?
Of course, he had no intention of making a move outside the secret realm.
After all, they were on the Alliance's turf. He still had to give them that much face.
The other streak of light in the distance was much slower.
Under the endless nagging instructions of her own Third Elder, Qu Qingyao found