A streak of light and shadow crossed the firmament, falling onto the surface of the sea.
Rote dizzily lifted his head, looking towards the direction of the port.
At this moment, a nearby crowd had already surged over, breaking through the wooden fences, and entering the vast port.
They quickly and systematically dismantled the surrounding planks or fences, crafting them into makeshift slides from the port dock to the sea surface, and poured nearby boiled hot water over them, swiftly freezing and securing them.
The crowd orderly and rapidly slid from the dock onto the frozen sea surface.
Rote stared blankly at all of this, his gaze filled with bewilderment and astonishment.
How was this achieved?
He lifted his head, looking at the sky where a gigantic luminous figure with open arms stood, "What exactly is that?"
