In the boundless and infinite universe.
Thunderous flying boats streak across the sky, leaving trails of Sword Qi shadows, the sword intent of thunderous destruction slowly dissipating.
These are the mechanical Thunder Sun flying boats of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm, transporting cultivators to the Heavenly Craft Star Chain battlefield, a process that has continued for thousands of years, with no end in sight.
Inside these colossal mechanical thunder flying boats, which are as big as worlds, are billions of various-level Taoist Soldiers all rigorously trained in army formations, filled with anticipation for the Sword Dao.
Among these cultivators, deep within a particular soul, a pair of pupils silently observe the outside world.
"The most dangerous time is right now."
"Will there be Supremes who have already laid a Heaven and Earth Net, waiting for me on the way to the Heavenly Craft Star Chain World Cluster?"
Jiang Ding spoke coldly.
