In a void within the Southern River Territory, a palace floats in the air, where the main battle avatars of eight Lords patiently await.
In one area of the grand palace, Luo Feng and Jin are drinking together.
"The many Ancestors of the two camps are gathering," Jin said while holding his wine cup. The gathering of the Ancestors could hardly be hidden from the eight Lords.
"The forces of the two camps have allied against our Cultivator Camp," Luo Feng nodded as well, "This is our greatest enemy; once we defeat them, we can hope to permanently command all Source Worlds."
"To permanently command all Source Worlds..." Jin murmured, "I never thought that one day our Cultivator Camp could truly protect all the cultivators."
