"Qin Ming, we've finally waited long enough for you to come."
The one who spoke was a man in a silver-white robe patterned with stars. He stood at the very front of the Seven Lords, space-time faintly warping around him. Though he clearly stood right before them, he seemed to exist in countless nodes of the past and future.
"Lord Xing Mang."
Qin Ming bowed slightly, a smile on his face as well.
Beside Xing Mang, the figures of the other five Lords also appeared in full. Even though they had restrained all their pressure, the life essence that came from the level of Chaos Source Lords still allowed Qin Ming to clearly sense their unfathomable power.
This was a true descent of their real bodies!
His gaze swept over the others: Lord Naigu, with his burly frame; or the Destruction Demon Race Lord "Jin," with sharp horns growing from his head; Lord Minghuang, the sole female Lord, whose figure was breathtakingly beautiful; and so on.
"Qin Ming greets all senior Lords."
Qin Ming bowed to the seven of them.
Although he had now refined the Origin Continent and become a World-Level Chaos Source existence, which meant that in theory he already had the power to protect himself before a Lord, there were still differences even within the Lord level!
"No need for such ceremony." Yuan smiled and waved his hand. "From now on, you are a core member of our Cultivator Faction. There is no need to address us as seniors. Just call us by name."
"We old fellows have been waiting for you for a very long time."
"Brother Yuan is right."
Jingu stepped forward. A terrifying smile appeared on his ferocious face. "We all know your identity. An existence capable of creating a heaven-defying system like the