Futur Ancient Clan, deep within the Futur Realm.
A ten-thousand-zhang grand hall cast entirely from glazed Mystic Crystal floated deep within the Futur Ancient Clan.
The grand hall took the form of a blooming Twelve-Grade Futur Lotus. Each petal was an independent council chamber, but at this moment, they were all opened, converging at the main hall in the flower's heart.
This was the highest-level Futur Assembly of the Futur Ancient Clan.
In the ten thousand years since its founding, this assembly had been convened only a handful of times.
And today, it was all because of one name.
Mo Yu!
At the head of the main hall, an old man dressed in a dark-gray ancient robe sat upright in the main seat. His face was thin and gaunt, his eye sockets sunken. Only his eyes flashed with unfathomable brilliance whenever they opened and closed.
He was the current Great Elder of the Futur Ancient Clan, a veteran Mid Saint Grade powerhouse—Futur Xuan.
Dozens of figures sat in order on both sides of the hall.
They were all the clan masters of the various branches of the Futur Ancient Clan, Supreme Elders, and powerful stewards. The weakest among them was at least a Heavenly Sovereign.
And in the main seat to the right, a stunning figure with a cool, aloof bearing sat quietly. She was one of the representatives of the Qing Pulse of the Futur Ancient Clan, Qing Yanjing's elder sister, Qing Xuan.
Qing Xuan's expression was calm, her eyelids slightly lowered, revealing no emotion.
But her delicate hands were hidden in her sleeves, and her fingertips were faintly curled.
The atmosphere in the hall was so heavy that it was almost frozen.
"Everyone has already learned the news."
Futur Xuan's voice was deep and hoarse as it echoed