Primordial Universe, Central Sacred Domain.
Atop a towering divine mountain suspended above boundless Chaos, within a temple wreathed in cloud and mist.
Nearly a hundred figures radiating terrifying auras sat along the temple's two sides.
Each figure ruled a great domain and was a genuine expert of the Great Luo True Realm.
Now, these supreme experts, rarely glimpsed on ordinary days, had gathered under one roof, their expressions solemn.
Two people sat at the head of the hall.
One was the Celestial Pivot True Lord.
The other was a commanding man in a robe patterned with galaxies, his aura unfathomable.
He was True Lord Tianhe.
Since the failed siege of Zhou Ming, when he had fled in disgrace, he had vanished without a trace.
Now that he had reappeared, his aura seemed even more refined than before. Clearly, the disaster had brought him a blessing, and his cultivation had advanced.
Yet his face remained dark.
That crushing defeat was the greatest humiliation of his life.
"Fellow Daoists." The Celestial Pivot True Lord rose and slowly swept his gaze across everyone present.
"I have invited you here today for one reason."
"Those 'Returnees' who came out of True Saint Yuan Chu's Inner World."
His voice echoed through the vast hall.
"You have surely heard of them. Though the laws of our Primordial Universe suppress these Returnees and greatly diminish their strength, each possesses strange methods and formidable combat prowess."
"Especially that Green-Robed Man who Proved Dao with Strength."
At the mention of the Green-Robed Man, True Lord Tianhe's expression darkened further.
Many of the True Lords who had taken part in that siege also looked shaken by the memory.
"That man is exceptionally fierce. Brother Tianhe and I joined forces with more than thirty fellow Daoists to besiege him, yet he