Heavenly Peak Mountain.
Everyone was slightly restless, pacing back and forth. The earlier celestial phenomenon made them think Ning Qi had already succeeded, but now that the phenomenon had subsided and Ning Qi had shown no signs of activity, they couldn't help but wonder if they had miscalculated.
"Perhaps...it's the Martial Realm's will striking back?"
This kind of speculation only made everyone more uneasy.
Suddenly.
All eyes turned to the sky, where a dark rift abruptly opened, causing their hearts to tighten. Some instinctively began channeling spiritual power, ready to fight at the first sign of danger.
But in the next moment.
Everyone was stunned.
A figure in white robes casually stepped out from the space rift, hands clasped behind their back, with unparalleled elegance and an air of transcendence.
Who else but Ning Qi could it be?
