Two days had gone by. The competition for the Nine Heavens Will was about to start. The will had started turning, meaning that it was ready to be taken.
Various behemoth lineages had prepared heavily for this. After all, they would be up against each other. Though they had amiable relationships, here they were all enemies.
While there were behemoth lineages which declared their participation, there were also powerful lineages who wasn't interested in participating. They were superpowers on par on even stronger than the participating behemoths, but they chose to give way which made the othere sigh in relief. At least, that's less enemies to encounter.
The battlefield would be the popular place which had ended the war between the humans and other races, the Tariff Plains.
It was rumored that billions to hundred billions of people have died here, becoming an almost dread cemetery. Nevertheless, it still served as a popular destination for mortals and cultivators.