Outside of the Eight Tribes Heaven, there were countless mountains formed from pure vital energy, all of which were similar to twentieth-ranked immortal worlds. And of course, they were all occupied by the Dragonfolk.

Right now, there were members of the Dragonfolk pouring out of the mountains to patrol the area and keep watch. One of them was a burly fellow who shouted, “Listen up, boys. Pay attention on your patrols, and don’t let anyone into our Eight Tribes Heaven. The higher-ups have passed down orders to keep everything sealed tight. No slipups! If you make any mistakes, you’ll lose your head. Got it? We’ve summoned some top experts to our side, and if the master plan succeeds our Eight Tribes Heaven will rise to a higher level. All of us will benefit, too. Our cultivation will increase by three levels, at a minimum. That’s the equivalent of a hundred million years of bitter cultivation. Understood? Put your hearts into it!”

“Pillage and plunder! No one can stop us!”

“The wealth, women, and treasures...