Prelude to Losing Control

"Strange."

The Feather God Palace Golden Immortal Elder frowned at the seal in his hand.

This seal had long since ceased to be used;

Millions of years ago, the Immortal Realm had left behind the era of tribes and races and entered the age of the Eight Great Immortal Palaces. This seal no longer represented any authority. It had merely been carefully maintained because it was the key to opening the Feather Clan's ancient Tribal Land.

But it had clearly activated just now.

The spiritual energy fluctuations here were so intense, shooting toward Deep Sea. A great amount of spiritual energy had also appeared within Deep Sea—that was the area where the Small World containing the Tribal Land was attached to this world.

Why was there no response?

The Feather God Palace elder stroked his beard, his face full of conflicted hesitation.

Mocking voices were already beginning to rise around him.

Whether these Dark Cult Immortals were skilled in battle was another matter, but if they were given a chance to ridicule someone, they would never let it pass.

Someone had already started whispering snide remarks.

A Dark Cult Golden Immortal stepped forward and asked, "Is there a problem with the secret realm?"

The Feather God Palace elder said in a low voice, "Perhaps the secret realm is too ancient, and its formation has fallen into disrepair over the years. It's fine. We only need to wait a moment before activating it again."

"Very well," the Dark Cult Golden Immortal said slowly. "My fellow colleagues all sensed the obvious spiritual energy fluctuations in the depths of the seabed just now. We need only wait a little longer."

The Feather God Palace elder slowly nodded, then held up the seal and closed his eyes to rest.

The muttering in the hall