Deep within the Origin Pool, on a temporary council island, the atmosphere was so grave it seemed as though water could drip from it.
Of the Cang Xuan Sect's ten Saint Children, aside from Chu Qing, the top-ranked Saint Child who was nowhere to be found and habitually absent from group events, the other nine were all present: Li Qingchan of Snow Lotus Peak, Ye Ge of Spirit Pattern Peak, Kong Sheng of Sword Come Peak, Qin Hai of Hong Ya Peak, the Saint Child of Thunder Prison Peak, the other Saint Child of Snow Lotus Peak, and the Saint Children of the remaining three peaks.
Together with Chief Mo Lin of Sacred Source Peak, as well as the unusually composed Yao Yao and Zi Yan beside him, this gathering nearly represented the pinnacle of the Cang Xuan Sect's younger generation.
At the center, the Origin Qi light mirror clearly reflected the enormous, palpitating shadow within the deep-sea trench—the outline of the Ten Thousand Zhang Water Beast. Even through the mirror, the pressure it radiated weighed heavily upon several weaker Saint Children.
As the initiator of this temporary meeting, Ye Ge, the Saint Child of Spirit Pattern Peak, was the first to speak, his tone more solemn than ever. "Everyone, there is no need to elaborate on the situation. The Ten Thousand Zhang Water Beast appears only once every hundred years, and its strength has likely surpassed that of an ordinary late-stage Divine Mansion Realm expert. The lesson from the last Origin Pool Festival a century ago, when our sect's disciples were nearly wiped out, remains fresh in our minds."
His gaze swept over the crowd before finally settling on Mo Lin. His voice carried sincerity and a faint, barely perceptible helplessness. "Chief Mo Lin, your strength is unfathomable. You