The golden spirit boat pierced through the clouds and appeared on the Flying Dragon Twelve Islands.
Lin Bai stood on the deck, clearly overlooking the Flying Dragon Twelve Islands, instantly identifying it as a dragon-shaped island, majestic in its presence, seemingly harboring some celestial might within.
The golden spirit boat gradually descended, landing gently within the arena.
"They are here."
"The newcomers this year?"
"Over five thousand of them? Impressive."
As the golden spirit boat landed, countless warriors in the arena turned their gaze toward the over five thousand people on the golden spirit boat, a curious smile appearing on their faces.
The warriors on the golden spirit boat silently walked off one by one, looking around in all directions.
"So many people indeed?"
"Such a large crowd arrived?"
The new disciples who stepped off the golden spirit boat exclaimed in surprise.
