In Taichu Peak's conference hall, more than a dozen True Persons stood at the positions reserved for True Persons on either side.
The spiritual aura belonging to True Persons flowed through the hall, rendering it as ethereal as an immortal realm.
Dozens of Transcendent Realm cultivators stood below, their backs ramrod straight and Sword Qi chillingly sharp. The entire hall was filled with a grim, killing air.
"I've participated in several Ancient Realm trials, but I don't think this conference hall has ever held this many people!"
Xiao Jingsheng's gaze swept across the hall, and endless emotion rose in his heart. His eyes could not help settling on the imposing figure above, where he vaguely saw Ling Cangyan's shadow—only this one was even more domineering.
Nangong Aonan and Chi Yu looked at the upright figure standing upon the platform, strange lights flickering repeatedly in their beautiful eyes.
"Is he really only in his twenties?"
Yue Wangchuan was likewise watching the upright figure above. A strange thought rose in his heart. At this moment, he actually did not dare meet that person's eyes, and immense pressure welled up within him.
"Could he be the reincarnation of some great power from the Secret Realm? Otherwise, there's no way to explain it. He's too strong—so strong it makes no sense at all!"
Lu Yuanchu also stared at the figure above, gloom flashing through his eyes. He's too young, yet his strength is too great. I have to find a way, or the position of Overseer will forever be beyond my reach!
Du Xun gazed fervently at Fang Mo. His eyes burned with passionate intensity, blazing flames dancing within them as though he were looking upon his idol.
Fang Mo's gaze passed over every face, taking in all their expressions. With a sweep of