Gathering

The Fallen Star God King Tomb Hall stood amid a vast stretch of space and time. Within tens of thousands of light-years around it, a staggering number of Saint Realm cultivators had arrived—no fewer than six thousand by estimate. Most were at the Fifth-Origin level or above.

More than half of them had reached the Eighth-Origin level or higher.

Besides the Saint Realm cultivators, Eternal True Gods had joined the gathering as well, in numbers no smaller than theirs.

Several thousand years remained before the Sword Intent seal on the Fallen Star God King Tomb Hall was expected to weaken. More Saint Realm cultivators and Eternal True Gods would arrive before then, some led by God Kings.

Time passed...

Whoosh!

Space rippled, and an enormous figure emerged from the disturbance.

It looked like a beast, with three horns on a rhinoceros-like head. Black scales covered its immense body, and its four hooves stood upon the void.

As the beast arrived, many eyes turned toward it.

"The Space-Horned Beast Xukun? He's a loner. What's he doing here?" Seven God Kings, including God King Kuipo, had gathered nearby. All seven looked toward the enormous beast.

Xukun opened his mouth and spat out three figures of Alien Races. All three were formidable Saint Realm cultivators at the Tenth-Origin level.

"Work together once you're inside and do everything you can to seize the Golden Crow Blood," Xukun told them by voice transmission. "Bring me three drops, and I'll fulfill my promise. Under the Supreme Rule, I cannot break it."

"Rest assured, my lord. Working together, the three of us have nothing to fear from anyone below the God King level. If things are as you say, we may well obtain three drops of Golden Crow Blood."

Xukun nodded slightly and surveyed the area. Even