In the dim starry sea, a massive Star Fortress sat silently amid the stars.
Yet inside the fortress, everything was exceedingly busy. Everyone hurried along, with no smiles on their faces, only unease and anxiety.
Within the Divine Hall at the fortress's very core stood four people. At their head was a burly middle-aged man with golden hair and golden eyes.
He was the Purple-Wing Blade Emperor. Now that Sangge had fallen, he had become the primary person in charge.
The three standing beside him—two men and one woman—were all around forty and were likewise Level 7 War Emperors. Their expressions were solemn, devoid of any smiles. They stood quietly, seemingly waiting for something.
Buzz!
Suddenly, streams of white light shot down from the starry dome above the Divine Hall, falling upon the seven Divine Seats. It was as though seven true gods had descended. Each wore golden robes and sat upon a high-backed Divine Seat, radiating boundless majesty.
On the central seat sat a tall old man clad in gold. He held a long violet-gold staff covered in snake-scale patterns, its tip set with a fist-sized diamond-shaped orange-gold crystal that gleamed brilliantly beneath the lights.
The old man's skin had an unhealthy pallor, making him appear somewhat aged. His ice-blue eyes were incomparably deep, like an endless starry sky.
Upon seeing these seven people, the four Level 7 Liquid Metal Warriors all lowered their heads in respect.
"Greetings, Great Elder and Elders!"
Purple-Wing respectfully bowed to the elders.
"Purple-Wing, is the information you transmitted true?"
The pale-skinned elder seated at the head spoke. His voice was deep and resonant, utterly unlike his aged appearance, like the reverberation of divine sound echoing through the grand Divine Hall.
Purple-Wing answered respectfully, "Everything reported is entirely true. Xinghe, the Tianli Sect Void