Futur Continent, deep within the Ancient Clan.
The ten-thousand-zhang lotus-shaped hall floating above the chaotic sea of clouds welcomed the grandest gathering in ten thousand years today.
Every petal of the Twelve-Grade Futur Lotus had fully bloomed, representing the highest-standard welcoming ceremony of the Futur Ancient Clan.
Within the hall, six figures whose auras were as deep as an abyss and as terrifying as prison sat separately in the five principal seats.
In the eastern principal seat sat the host, Futur Xuan.
He wore a dark-gray ancient robe. His face was lean and refined, and dazzling light flowed through his eyes as they opened and closed. Although the pressure of a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign had not been deliberately released, it had already made the Clan Members standing in attendance throughout the hall tremble in silence.
In the western principal seat sat a figure whose entire body was shrouded in black and white energy.
Mohetian's face was as gloomy as water. His aura faintly revealed some instability. The injuries he had suffered in the battle before the Eternal Pagoda several years ago had still not fully healed.
But in his eyes burned the flames of a hatred carved into his bones.
The grievances and hatred between him and Mo Yu could not be recounted even in three days and three nights. Back then, not only had Mo Yu stolen his wife on the day of their wedding, he had later even seized the Eternal Undying Body, the treasure that protected his clan, through some scheme.
It could be said that Mo Yu had nearly climbed to the peak of the Great Thousand World by stepping on Mohetian's dignity one step at a time.
Because of this, when Futur Xuan requested an alliance, he had agreed without the slightest hesitation.
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