The voice of the Heavenly Dao echoed between heaven and earth.
"Good. Go and prepare. I will keep an eye on the movements in the Outer Realms."
As it spoke, the golden cloud in the sky slowly dissipated.
The frozen space returned to normal.
A gentle breeze stirred, and leaves drifted softly to the ground.
In a nearby pond, ripples spread across the water's surface.
At that moment, Celeste Grant looked at Javier Sinclair and murmured, "Only half a year. We don't have much time."
He nodded slightly.
Half a year was indeed not a long time. For a Cultivator, it was merely a fleeting moment.
