In the Black Abyss, meteors streaked in every direction, crisscrossing through the void.
The three divisions gathered their forces once more and waited in silence.
The eighth Spirit Orb was born.
Almost at the same moment, cultivators from all three divisions darted toward the Spirit Orb.
This time, the Spirit Orb had appeared closer to the Western Division's main camp, so the Western Division's nine arrived first. Yet, just as Lu Ye had anticipated, they did not choose to transport the Spirit Orb toward their own camp. Instead, they headed for the Southern Division's camp.
When the Southern Division's nine arrived, the two sides joined forces. They chatted and laughed together, the atmosphere relaxed and cheerful.
Lu Ye led his people, trailing them from a hundred kilometers away, looking as though he still refused to give up and might strike to snatch it at any moment.
Under such circumstances, the Southern and Western Divisions could only remain tightly united, not daring to let down their guard in the slightest.
Only after the two divisions had escorted the Spirit Orb halfway did Lu Ye stop pursuing them. In his perception, the eighth Spirit Orb was rapidly and unwaveringly drawing closer to the Southern Division's camp.
Two hours later, it was safely settled.
What followed was another long wait.
The locations where Spirit Orbs appeared were not fixed. Generally, they emerged within an area at the center of the Black Abyss, while their timing was entirely unpredictable. No one knew when the next Spirit Orb would appear.
In past exercises, there had even been a precedent of three Spirit Orbs appearing at once.
This wait was somewhat long. A full day later, the ninth Spirit Orb was finally born. The moment that peculiar energy fluctuation spread out, cultivators from the Southern and