Within the main hall of the Tian Yuan Holy Palace, the atmosphere was solemn. Mo Lin sat high in the seat of honor, with Yao Yao quietly seated beside him. Sixteen stunning beauties stood in rows on either side, while the three Ancient Venerables and Cang Yuan occupied the guest seats below.
Mo Lin's declaration—"March on the Sacred Realm, slay the Saint God, and settle the world"—still echoed through the hall, carrying an unquestionable resolve and dominance.
Golden Luo, Emperor Dragon, and Chi Ji wore grave expressions. Though shaken by Mo Lin's confidence, they understood that this battle could no longer be avoided. With such powerful reinforcements, their chances of victory would greatly increase. The hall fell silent for a time, broken only by the faint sounds of Little Lingxi curiously looking around beside her mother, Cai Lin.
However, at that very quiet moment—
"Hehehe..."
A burst of soft laughter suddenly pierced through the layers of protective arrays surrounding the Tian Yuan Domain, ringing clearly within the Holy Palace and reaching the ears of the dozens of Saints in the void outside! The laughter was mild, yet it carried an aloof mockery and indifference.
"The three from the Ruins Divine Temple, along with everyone from the Tian Yuan Domain, have gathered in such force, brimming with killing intent... Could it be that, after recovering the God of the Third Sequence, you now think you have the confidence to do something to our Saint Race?"
Another, slightly hoarse voice followed, equally casual. "All this fighting and killing harms harmony. We have come from afar, so why not open the array and let us come in for a seat, a cup of tea, and a chat? Why be so tense?"
As the two voices rang out, an ancient pressure that surpassed ordinary