The old land, a secret meeting.
Hong Yun once again convened the Twelve Realm Saint Emperors participating in the plan.
This time, all the Saint Emperors arrived quickly.
Because they knew the time was almost right!
"Hundreds of years have passed, yet there's no progress in cultivation, unfortunately."
"If it were easy to advance, we wouldn't need to gather like this. What are hundreds of years without advancement? I've gone tens of thousands of years without progress, truly the old land holds little hope!"
"Indeed, it's a place abandoned by the stars."
Calling the place they lived 'the old land,' they harbored no good thoughts.
"Let's not talk about that. Hong Yun's summons must mean Xing Yuan's side has news. According to the plan, Xing Yuan should be arriving at the Newborn Land soon."
"It shouldn't be wrong. Hopefully, there will be good news."
