At the brink of despair, the situation was hanging by a thread.
In the old capital, within the Imperial City.
The tall, heavy walls still bore relief carvings: children laughing and playing, adult members of the Divine Treasury Clan smiling as they sparred with companions, and elders watching it all with kindly smiles.
All of it recorded the Divine Treasury Clan's once-beautiful way of life.
It was clear how carefree and relaxed the Divine Treasury Clan's lives had been when there was no war.
But now, an atmosphere of despair hung over every member of the Divine Treasury Clan like an inescapable dark cloud...
At the very heart of the Imperial City stood a Hall.
Within the Hall was a round table, just large enough for ten people.
At its head sat a tall, powerfully built middle-aged man in a black dragon imperial robe, with sword-like brows and starry eyes.
Every gesture he made carried the majesty of an emperor!
He was the Wuxuan Clan Emperor!
Beside him, in a position nearly equal to his own, sat a young girl in a black dress.
The whirlpools in her eyes revealed that she too was of the Divine Treasury Clan, yet unlike ordinary members of the clan, her skin was astonishingly pale.
Her delicate brows were long and slightly furrowed, while her slender figure possessed a fragile sort of beauty.
She was the Divine Treasury Saintess!
Below those two sat eight old experts, each over a million years old, both men and women, all possessing the strength of Heavenly Venerables.
These eight were all clan elders of the Divine Treasury Clan.
At that moment, the ten Heavenly Venerable experts were observing the battle outside the old capital through an image map.
Within the image map, the Illusory Emperor could be seen