Inside the spaceship.
The whispers in the void had finally subsided.
The warriors, clad head to toe in armor and wielding powerful Soul Power, retreated step by step into the shadows, then vanished from the spaceship.
The general was the last to leave.
He stared at Oldest and said expressionlessly, "Continue flying forward for one hundred and sixty-three worlds. We'll open a barrier there and bring your spaceship over in advance."
"This is to prevent anyone from discovering our true coordinates."
"I hope you understand."
"Fine. Sorry for the trouble—if you'd been this polite from the start, I would've even given you a little gift. Too bad you botched the whole thing," Oldest said, feigning regret.
The general opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately held back.
He turned around and took a few steps. Then he disappeared from the spaceship.
Silence settled around them.
Hiss—whoosh—
Oldest drew a deep breath, then let it out.
He plopped down on the floor and shouted, "A drink! Get me a drink!"
Ye Feili opened a can of Soul Power Beverage and handed it over.
Oldest drained it in one go, then slowly scooted across the floor until he was sitting against the wall.
"Listen, we don't have much time. Before we enter that place, I have to give you all a few warnings."
Oldest's speech grew faster and faster.
"That place is made up of mortals, Divine Scions, the Council of Elders, and True Gods. The True Gods hold the highest power, but they rarely appear, so the Council of Elders is the one that actually runs things."
"Below the Council of Elders, every Divine Scion is born with at least one Divine Skill. It's an innate talent of the Divine Scions, and it's what sets them apart from