The Ling Clan's Enormous Number of Cultivators (2,200 words, please subscribe)

Time gradually passed.

Over this period, the Foundation Establishment Elders scattered across various places also returned to the clan territory one after another by various means.

At this moment, one hundred and fifty-nine cultivators sat around a long table in the Ling Clan Territory's Council Hall.

These cultivators included men and women, old and young, yet every single one possessed Foundation Establishment cultivation, their auras immensely powerful.

However, all of these Foundation Establishment cultivators now wore traces of worry between their brows, chatting together in groups of two or three.

"Tenth Brother, do you think Old Ancestor Pengyun summoned us back to the clan because of the Demon Beast Uprising a year from now?"

"It must be for that matter."

"..."

A chorus of clamorous voices rose accordingly.

Every one of these discussions concerned the Demon Beast Uprising.

The atmosphere in the Council Hall had also turned heavy because the Demon Beast Uprising was drawing near.

Only after Ling Pengyun, this Old Ancestor, entered the Council Hall did the clamor finally subside and the place return to silence. Yet the worry on the faces of those one hundred and fifty-nine cultivators revealed the unease in their hearts without exception.

Seeing this scene, Ling Pengyun guessed what they were thinking.

He immediately spoke sternly.

"Why are you all so lifeless? As long as I am here, the Ling Clan will not fall. Clear your heads."

The moment those words were spoken, it was as though a sea-stabilizing divine needle had been driven into the hearts of the one hundred and fifty-nine Foundation Establishment cultivators present. The worry on their faces lessened somewhat as well.

Ling Pengyun then took the seat on the far left among the three chairs at the head of the Council Hall.

That seat belonged exclusively to him.