At the entrance to Dragon Soul Valley.
The shimmering, circular portal stood silently, with Cultivators occasionally flying in and out, their expressions grave.
Over a hundred zhang away, a large number of Cultivators stood in ten clearly distinct groups, surrounding the portal and waiting in silence.
Compared to previous years, the number of Cultivators gathered here from the various factions was far greater. Even some major figures had arrived on the scene.
However, the higher-ups of each family found it only natural. No amount of attention was too much when vying for such an unprecedented opportunity.
At that moment, inside the Dragon Race's camp, which had been significantly expanded and fortified.
The noble and stunningly beautiful Bai Qingyi, dressed in magnificent robes, paced back and forth with a slight frown, occasionally glancing at the Magical Power projection of a sand table beside her.
