Deep within the divine hall, the dark-brown crystal had long since vanished. On the dust-covered divine throne sat a figure clad in fierce, imposing armor, as immovable as a rock unchanged since ancient times. His palm rested on a massive black sword as he lowered his head and gazed at the steps before his throne.
When Ying Xiaoxiao arrived with her grandmother, many clan elders were already there.
Some of those secluded elders had been slumbering, while others usually remained hidden in the shadows, but now they had all gathered here. They knelt before the divine throne, their expressions devout and excited as they awaited word from their clan's Progenitor.
With a single command, they would set out at once to wage war across the heavens. They had waited far, far too long for this day of vengeance.
As the God Daughter, Ying Xiaoxiao recognized these elders. She also noticed that, although everyone had come, many familiar elders were no longer among them.
A trace of sorrow surfaced deep in her eyes, but then she saw the towering figure seated on the divine throne. His aura was restrained, yet faintly radiated the force of an erupting volcano, inspiring awe. Though she had become a Sage herself, she still felt a tremor rising from within her bloodline.
Her grandmother took her along the central aisle to the steps before the throne, then knelt and bowed her head respectfully. "Your unworthy descendant pays her respects to our Progenitor."
The divine hall was utterly silent. Only after a moment did the towering God King seem to emerge from memories spanning countless years. He slowly raised his head and looked at the many figures prostrated inside the hall, most of whom were Half-Saints.
These were all descendants of his bloodline. "Has everything been arranged?"