"The twelve-grade Qinglian is not unique to Qing Lian Profound Venerate, it's quite normal for me to possess it," Mu Rufeng said with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, everyone was still quite puzzled, but dared not ask more questions, only nodding in agreement.
This journey takes about three hours.
So many people flying into the sky was truly shocking.
While shocked, those local cultivators or ordinary people stood at the edge of the clouds, looking down, and occasionally exclaiming.
It's been only three years since the apocalypse, and most of these twenty thousand people have actually flown on planes.
But to have twenty thousand people flying at once, how could it not be astonishing?
Indeed, the power of humans is far greater than the power of technology.
In a blink, two hours had passed.
The novelty had turned to routine for the people on the base.
One by one, they sat on the clouds, chatting, or lying down to rest.
