New spatial rifts were constantly born in the Extraterritorial Battlefield, but not every spatial rift could connect to a world.
Sometimes, the spatial rifts that appeared connected to perilous lands, where spatial turbulence crisscrossed. With the slightest misstep, one would be swept into the undercurrents and drift somewhere unknown. Without coordinates, one would spend the rest of one's life wandering through the dark sea of stars.
When Shi Lan arrived near the spatial rift, the surroundings were already filled with living beings from various worlds. Among them were supreme experts at the eighth-rank pinnacle and young prodigies who had only recently condensed their Primordial Spirits. There were not too many of them—just over ten thousand.
Three factions could vaguely be distinguished within the area. The people from the Tianyuan Great World and the Jiyi Great World formed their own sides, while the living beings from the other myriad great worlds had tacitly chosen to join forces. Compared to the great worlds, the myriad great worlds' strength was far too weak.
The group from the Jinghe Dynasty, whom she had seen not long ago, was also among them. Shi Lan swept her gaze around but did not spot anyone from the three clans of the Lingyang Realm.
News like this spread extremely far and wide. It was impossible for the three clans not to have received word. The only possibility was that they did not want to wade into these muddy waters.
Within a radius of roughly a hundred thousand li, three rifts had appeared. At that moment, a supreme expert at the consummate eighth-rank pinnacle stood before each rift. Each held a soul lamp in hand, its light condensed and undispersed as it shone into the spatial rift.
The spatial rift would send the light all the way to the