C2386 Xuanju Thousand Years

Ever since the ocean had disappeared, Martial Cultivator and the rest of the members of the Heavenly Insect had gathered at the tribe's gate.

Even the usually noisy children stood still, looking in the direction in which the tree had appeared with anticipation.

The High Priest of Heavenly Insect stood tall atop the flag of the tribe at the entrance of the Heavenly Insect tribe