As these words echoed through the heavens and earth, slightly excited laughter reverberated in the sky.
At this moment, within the invisible light curtain, some cultivators on both sides of the canyon river perceived this commotion and immediately looked up, their eyes directly fixed on the mid-air.
In their view, they saw four cultivators soaring up, flying towards a blue-robed cultivator at the highest position.
Looking around, this highest-positioned cultivator stood on air, with a handsome appearance, his blue Taoist robe billowing in the wind.
Together with his somewhat domineering posture from beneath the surface, his aura looked extraordinarily imposing at a glance.
With a closer observation, one could see that the highest-positioned cultivator seemed at ease, his face full of a certain indescribable vitality.
The young cultivator at the highest point even maintained a calm demeanor, as if the approaching cultivators from below were beneath his notice.
