The familiar voice reverberated over the capital of the human race, like a thunderclap from the annals of time, shaking all of humanity!
Instantly, an overwhelming wave of astonishment surged among the cultivators of the human race.
Ning Yan, standing atop the beacon tower, had been tense and oppressed, his heart steeped in pessimism under the shadow of the ancient calamity. The arrival of foreign cultivators had only deepened his unease.
But in that very moment, hearing those words from above, he jerked his head up, his expression shifting more dramatically than ever before. His face and eyes reflected unprecedented shock.
Staring dumbfounded at the figure emerging before the blurred silhouette in the sky, he blurted out in disbelief:
"Captain!"
In that instant, the entire capital erupted.
Countless cultivators stood frozen, their minds buzzing.
