This place has already become a burgeoning city full of hope and potential.
At this moment.
At the vast gate of the City of Misfortune.
A woman dressed in cloud-white lady's attire, looking valiant and spirited, stands suspended in the air.
Her expression is solemn with a hint of fervor, her gaze occasionally looking towards the chaotic Tianhe in the sky, as if expecting something.
Behind her, a group of demonic cultivators of varied appearances are also suspended.
They have been waiting for a long time.
Among them, a young demonic cultivator dressed in black couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhe Mei, who are we waiting for today? Could it be one of our Ten Thousand Rivers Archipelago's Saint Rank Overlords arriving?"
