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To cultivators, several months of time were like the blink of an eye.

Atop the mountain, in the clouds. A woman quietly stood on top of a snow-white bird, looking down at the ground. She said indifferently, "Since all the people are here, come up. We should leave now."

The group of people jumped onto the back of the flying bird. The flying bird spread its wings and soared into the sky