"An alliance?" the Tree God asked.
Elder Tianxuan nodded. "The races of the Twenty-Eight Mansions are many and varied: humans, the Demon Race, the Elf Race, the Dwarf Race, the Giant Race... It is practically ruled by the Myriad Races together."
"They joined together both to resist the Big Dipper's expansion and to fend off the Southern Dipper's harassment."
"For countless years, the three sides have stood like the three legs of a cauldron; none can swallow the others."
Inside the cage, the experts of Jiquan Star fell into a long silence.
Everyone was digesting what Elder Tianxuan had just said, sketching the image of the main Star Domain in their minds.
The Big Dipper's seven stars, the Southern Dipper's six stars, the Twenty-Eight Mansions—over a hundred powerful main planets, experts numbering in the hundreds of millions, and wars and peace stretching on for countless years.
And the Jiquan Star where they were, on the star map of the main Star Domain, was only an inconspicuous little dot in the "savage borderlands."
The Tree God spoke, his voice calm and profound. "Old sir, we understand all that you've told us."
"But this old one is more curious about those interstellar pirates. How exactly did they form? Why are they able to run rampant through the main Star Domain?"
Elder Tianxuan's expression turned grave.
"Soul Ring cultivation originated from a traitor named Tang Shisan."
"He discovered that if one stripped away and devoured the souls of powerful experts, they could be transformed into his own power."
"Every soul that was devoured could become a Soul Ring, granting the devourer an ability."
"The more powerful experts one devoured, the more Soul Rings one had, and the stronger one became."
"It is a shortcut, a shortcut to becoming strong without bitter cultivation."
"But