After entering Heaven Repairing Palace, Jian Wushuang and his party arrived at a vast, dark space.
This space seemed to stretch on forever. In the middle of this dark space were twelve light balls.
As they walked nearer, they recognized the twelve light balls. They were twelve large, old altars.
These twelve altars floated quietly in the middle of the dark space. An ancient aura radiated outwards slowly.
"These twelve altars represents twelve seats and everyone here will take one seat. Take charge of your own opportunities and you will not disturb anyone else during this period of time, if not I will…" Jian Wushuang said coldly.
"Yes." The eleven emperor gods nodded their heads in unison.
"Go on." Jian Wushuang waved his hand as the eleven emperor gods moved towards the altar.
Jian Wushuang did not waste any time as he too flew to an altar.
