According to the time on the surface, it was already late at night.
But the underground mine that had been forsaken for hundreds of years was ablaze with lights and filled with an obstreperous crowd. The collisions of metals and the splashing sparks were echoing everywhere.
Lurking deep inside the mines, Li Yao's soul spread out in ripples and covered the entire mine while he observed the last preparations of the resistance warriors of Starlight in silence.
To be more exact, the resistance warriors who called themselves 'Cultivators' were different from the Cultivators of the Star Glory Federation.
They did not have perfect theories or beliefs, and they never thought about how they could create a new world. They were merely the descendants of the Cultivators in the past who were struggling in the hopeless desperation with their instincts of survival and revenge.
