Seven Star Island: Discussing the Defense Against the Enemy

Mystic Phoenix Sect, Tianjin Peak.

This mountain stood several thousand zhang tall, sheer and steep, thrusting straight into the clouds. It was located above the Spirit Spring of the Demon Vein here, making it an excellent place of cultivation for Demon Cultivators.

Eight or nine out of every ten elite disciples of the Mystic Phoenix Sect lived on this peak, where cave abodes large and small were countless. However, not many were qualified to set foot on the summit.

Only a scant twenty or so Nascent Soul Realm elders.

At this moment, in Yuanyang Pavilion on the summit, these old monsters had gathered together, their expressions grave as they discussed something.

Seated in the main seat was an old man whose beard and hair were both white. Although he was no longer young, there was an unrestrained, transcendent air about him, and his cultivation had even reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

"Senior Brother Wu, has the Great Elder still not come out of seclusion? The flames are already burning our brows. The Snow Fox King has led countless demon beasts to surround our sect completely. If we mishandle this even slightly, the consequences will be unthinkable." The speaker was an old man in a blue robe, his face filled with frantic anxiety.

"Junior Brother Qi, don't be anxious. It is not as if everyone here is unaware that the Great Elder is in seclusion, attacking his bottleneck, seeking to break through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage..." The white-haired, white-bearded old man sighed.

"Senior Brother Wu, of course we know what it would mean for our sect if the Great Elder advanced to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, but this matter cannot be left with no one handling it." The speaker was a woman in palace attire, a little