In the deepest part of the astral hole was the entrance to the Kunlun Realm. Today, countless primalwingers had gathered there. Their eyes shone with blue light as they stood in orderly rows, piously looking at the descending Primary Sphere.

When the nova source storm had come, they’d all locked their hands with each other to keep their bodies stable and overcome the crisis. Even then, their collective gaze had never left the astralship.

When Feiling descended from the sky, walking barefoot down a rainbow, all of the primalwingers, including the overlord, Ji Xiaochen, lowered their...