On this day, in front of the Lingxiao Sect's mountain gate, a massive Dao Vessel hovered in the air, its entire body shimmering with radiant colors, and its hull covered in mysterious runes.

Chu Xian stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the vessel, with Long Aotian and Duan Hong standing behind him. Further back were the disciples participating in the competition, each full of vigor and exuding powerful auras.

"Set off!"

With Chu Xian's command, the Dao Vessel tore through the sky, leaving a long trail in its wake due to its incredible speed.