Inside the council hall of the Hongmeng Sacred Hall, sandalwood curls rose and the atmosphere was solemn. At the main seat of the council hall, Shen Hao sat as steady as a mountain, dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe, the longevity lotus patterns at the hem of his robe shining brilliantly under the illumination of candlelight. His gaze slowly swept across the people in the hall, carrying a gentle smile on his face, yet unable to conceal the majesty between his brows.
On both sides below the hall, the leaders of the Ten Thousand Races sat in sequence. Lei Meng wore dark-iron armor with a sword hanging at his waist, his expression resolute; the Stone Race Grand Elder's hair and beard were completely white, holding a cane in his hand, his turbid gaze revealing wisdom; the Feather Race elder was draped in colorful feathers, the wings behind him gently folded, his expression dynamic. Besides them, there were also the leaders of the Flame Mo Race, Wood Race, Water Race, and others, all carrying solemn expressions and burning gazes as they looked at Shen Hao, waiting for him to speak.
Zi Xuan stood quietly at Shen Hao's side, holding a bamboo slip in her hands. Upon the bamboo slip was detailed the discovery process of the Hongmeng Secret Realm as well as the records within ancient texts concerning the secret realm. Her gaze occasionally swept over the people in the hall, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Shen Hao gave a light cough, and the council hall instantly quieted down. He slowly spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying an unquestionable power, "Everyone, summoning you all to gather today is because there is a major matter concerning the future of the Hongmeng Ten Thousand Races that I wish to discuss with you."
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