Taotian Palace, back mountain.
Before a dazzling array of rune lights, several young men were sitting cross-legged.
These young men were disciples from the Seven Peaks, four of whom had reached the Human Immortal realm, and one had reached the Human Immortal Fourth Layer.
If this combination was seen in the outside world, it would be enough to dominate a city. However, these people were assigned here as gatekeepers. They sat cross-legged drinking and eating meat, chatting leisurely.
"Senior brother Zhao Lei, what's so interesting about guarding this space rift? We've been transferred here for a full three months without any movement; isn't this a waste of time?"
Speaking was a disciple at the Human Immortal Third Layer.
The Zhao Lei he mentioned was precisely the existence at the Human Immortal Fourth Layer. Zhao Lei glanced at the speaking disciple, sneered: "Xiao Ming, do you know where this space rift leads?"
"Where?"
Everyone looked over.
It is to be known.
