The material world, Dragon Island, deliberately adjusting its orbit, the Dragon Kings floating above the Starfall Sea, happened to see in the corner of the Terra Continent, like an eye, the center of the circular ocean, illuminated by silver-blue light.
Just like an ancient deity opening its eyes, letting the light from the heart project outward, gazing up at the stars.
[What is this?!]
The confronting sides, whether it was Zhenyuan or the Crystal Dragon, the Wanshan Nation Master, or Elves.
Whether the leader of the Dwarves or the sacrificial rite of Cold Mountain.
Even, Magical Beasts on the other side of the planet were suspiciously looking around, searching for the source of that inexplicable sense of panic.
All, all the strong ones, whether they supported Ian or whether they cared about the Perpetual Motion Machine, all looked towards Falling Star City, projecting their power, senses, and sight.
