Half a month later, the alliance meeting of the major tribes of the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm officially began.
The meeting was held in an ancient great hall.
The great hall stood deep within the Gobi Desert—remote and open. It seemed to have been a Dao Field where some of the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm's great tribes had once gathered to deliberate, make decisions, and settle disputes.
But after the passage of countless years, it had fallen into ruins, with broken walls and crumbling structures everywhere. In time, it had been abandoned.
Now, amid this chaotic age, the tribes that had drifted apart in heart and purpose were gathering once more. With no better location available, they had reopened this old great hall as the place to discuss their alliance.
At this moment, the great hall was filled with tribes from every side. Totems vied in splendor, while banners fluttered and unfurled.
The most powerful forces in the entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, its highest-ranking cultivators, and its most elite combat strength had almost all gathered here.
The chieftains, Great Elders, Young Masters, trusted Barbarian Generals, and others from the Danque Tribe, Flame Wing Tribe, Fire Eagle Tribe, Hongluan Tribe... even the Bifang Tribe and many other great tribes had all assembled in the hall.
For a time, the ancient council chamber was steeped in immense authority.
The blood-energy pressure of Golden Core Middle and Late Stage cultivators, all high in status and power, piled together like abyss and sea, making it hard to breathe.
Among the crowd, the most unusual, most inconspicuous, and yet most conspicuous person was Mo Hua—the smallest one, with the youngest-looking face, yet the grandest bearing. After all, he was the only Foundation Establishment cultivator in the entire hall.
Though his cultivation was clearly the