Within the void.
A spatial storm raged across space like the end of the world, rampaging without end!
Countless cultivators, like moths to a flame, plunged into its depths.
Some cultivators only wanted to try their luck, seeking to snatch an advantage, to see if they could seize the Heart of Space and claim a seat in this high-latitude region.
As for some factions—
It was entirely because they were affiliates of the seven Divine Master-level factions.
Under their demands and orders, they had no choice but to continually send members into the void to probe its dangers.
The heads of these factions could only harbor silent anger, daring not to voice it.
After all, they thrived under the protection of those Divine Master-level forces, and enjoyed resources only those powers could provide.
Though it was merely scraps, even that was an indisputable boon for these first-rate factions.
Yet still—
Since they were subordinates, since they clung to those mighty powers as parasites—
