As more and more people arrived, they all noticed the nine thrones scattered in every direction. Eight of them stood around the perimeter, tightly encircling the throne at the center. The phantoms seated upon those eight thrones seemed to be chanting scriptures, as though guiding something into being.
Ye Xiwen seemed able to hear those scriptures. They were unfathomably profound; even he could not understand them at all. They seemed to belong to another language, another level and system altogether, yet they carried an immensely mysterious and majestic feeling.
Everyone sank into profound shock.
Yet as Ye Xiwen looked at the phantoms seated upon the thrones, they seemed to be in extreme pain. Expressions of suffering occasionally flickered across their faces. But Ye Xiwen soon did not dare be certain, because he could not see the phantoms clearly at all, much less make out their expressions. It was merely an inexplicable feeling.
He smiled inwardly, deciding that he was overthinking it. After all, how could that be possible?
If those seated upon the thrones were, as he had initially guessed, the invincible geniuses who had obtained opportunities in the past and later become Emperors, then with their cultivation, who could possibly make them suffer?
They were probably the only ones capable of making others suffer. No one else could possibly make them suffer.
Many Celestial Clan experts had arrived before Ye Xiwen. They formed a great array around the central throne, and it could almost be said that they had deployed all their elite forces. Every one of them was a Peak Sage Realm expert, even more terrifying than the experts guarding the Selection of Emperor Gate.
At the center of the array, an expert whose figure could not be seen clearly floated above it, as though guiding something into