The Windsource Chaosworld was an enormous, ellipsoid sphere.
Swoosh.
A boat flew into the Windsource Chaosworld, carrying three cultivators within it. These three cultivators didn't disguise their auras in the slightest.
"Why have the three of you come to Windsource?" The air shimmered momentarily before a black-robed Ancestral Immortal appeared. This Ancestral Immortal had a pair of wings on his back and a white horn growing out of his forehead.
"The three of us have come here to scavenge for ancient relics." All three of the cultivators rose to their feet. They had powerful auras and were either Elder Gods or first-tier Ancestral Immortals.
"Here are three bottles of chaos nectar." One of the three, a silver-haired cultivator, waved his hand and sent three bottles of chaos nectar over.
