The night sky over Ten Thousand Caves Mountain was different from usual, due to the convergence of Cultivators from the Four Sects.
Beams of Escape Light in every color occasionally streaked overhead like shooting stars, illuminating the strange landscape below—a vista of competing peaks and a labyrinth of countless caves.
The peace talks held during the day, which would determine the future of the Northwest, had reached a temporary conclusion.
But the specific details still required time to negotiate, so the forces of the Four Sects took the opportunity to make camp in this ancient, ruined land.
Fortunately, Ten Thousand Caves Mountain had countless deep, vast caves. Never mind a few thousand Cultivators; the area could easily accommodate tens of thousands. Everyone found a suitable cave dwelling to settle in, and so they did not disturb one another.
