Immediately, Xue An took a step forward.
With one step, the sky trembled intensely.
The originally overcast clouds began to boil as if the pot had been stirred.
In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a sky full of stars.
A great storm was thus silently dispelled by Xue An.
But this was far from the end. Xue An slowly extended his jade-like hand, pointing a finger into the void in front of him.
The void rippled like a disturbed water surface, expanding outward.
In a moment, everyone felt as though the entire sky was shaking.
Then the ripples above the city gradually faded, as if a window had opened, faintly revealing a towering peak.
This mountain stood majestically, its peak shrouded in clouds and mist, resembling the Immortal Realm.
And beyond the mist lies an academy.
Seeing this scene, Ye Ming on the ground was tearfully excited.
"It's the academy! I never thought I'd see my Sect again in my lifetime."
Ye Hong was bewildered.
