The Eve of the Storm

Far away from the Holy City Primum Mobile, countless cultivators came and went. There were also innumerable spaceships and battleships. Everything seemed to be as usual.

Swoosh.

Suddenly, figures walked out of the void in the Chaos. They were only faintly discernible, and even ordinary Perfected Lords could not "see" these figures.

"He still hasn't come out yet? What if he keeps hiding in there and never comes out?"

One of the Perfected Deities' expressions was dark. He appeared anxious.

"Hmph, he still has the Inception Continent. If there's really no other way, we'll threaten him with the Inception Continent. I don't believe he won't come out then!"

"If it were me, I wouldn't come out. The Inception Continent, the subordinates and the faction are all inconsequential. Only my own attainment is the most important thing."