Sunset Palace lay shrouded in the dying glow of dusk, filled with an inescapable air of twilight.
The Sunset High Priest had indeed gathered everyone somewhat hastily lately.
Each of the Ten High Priests chose successors differently. The Sunset High Priest selected beings capable of inheriting his authority from among those who had already reached the twilight years of their lives.
A being that had not walked step by step through most of its life could not truly experience that state of mind. It was something precipitated by the years, something that could not be understood through study and research alone.
Only beings whose body, heart, and every other aspect were all compatible could inherit the authority of sunset.
For that very reason, Sunset High Priests were generally short-lived.
This generation was no exception.
His lifespan was nearly at its end. The Sunset High Priest himself knew that, given his condition, he could never raise his control over the authority of sunset to the point where it no longer drained his lifespan before that lifespan was exhausted.
Unwilling to accept it, extending his life was his only option.
Either he raised his own realm, or he relied on external objects.
At his current realm, he would not even dream of raising his cultivation within a short time.
That left only the path of external objects.
Yet the external objects he could find had basically all been used already. The effects of quite a few spiritual treasures had nearly vanished.
Standing in the courtyard, the Sunset High Priest withdrew his far-gazing eyes and turned to look at a piece of intelligence placed on a jade table.
The Un-permittable Realm had been polluted and more than half annihilated. Many things once suppressed there had begun to surface.
A human cultivator had taken