Servis uttered these words, though his tone wasn't loud, it resonated, causing the clouds to swirl and purple qi to surge.
His voice spread across every corner of the universe, and even the hundreds of billions of spectators could hear it clearly.
"Servis! Come on!"
Meng Chuan didn't conceal his figure at all, boldly stepping out from the clouds.
The clouds beneath his feet paved a celestial path, stretching endlessly with his steps.
He walked forward on clouds conjured from thin air, his body radiating an indescribable hue, a mix of gold and dazzling multicolors, exceptionally radiant and captivating.
Servis's sister Ao Shuang, watching from the sidelines, found Meng Chuan at that moment looked like a young warrior god draped in stars, emanating a sublime brilliance and aura of purity.
Upon closer inspection, his body was akin to a newly born cosmic planet, brimming with vitality, exuberance, and boundless creative potential.
