Tianluo Palace.
It was where the Dao Ancestors of the Heaven Temple preached the Dao. Only a very small number of disciples were qualified to come here and listen to the Dao Ancestors expound their teachings.
Beyond preaching, Tianluo Palace was also the Heaven Temple's highest-level council chamber. Most of the time, only the three Dao Ancestors took part in deliberations, with a few disciples occasionally permitted to observe.
Today, however, Feng Zhan, the Heavenly Leader of Sun Moon Heaven, knelt outside Tianluo Palace's gates with his head hanging low, his face full of dejection.
This time, the losses had been too great.
Whatever the reason, Feng Zhan, who had overseen this operation, bore the primary responsibility.
They had lost four Creation Realm Divine Kings.
Such losses had never occurred in the Heaven Temple's hundred thousand years of history.
Under normal circumstances, a loss of this magnitude meant Feng Zhan's position as Heavenly Leader was finished.
As for the Divine Lord position Feng Zhan had always hoped for, he could only rely on his own fortune in the future. The hope was infinitesimal.
The reason Sun Moon Heaven's Heavenly Leader Feng Zhan knelt here was that even the Dao Ancestors' Dao bodies had gone all out, yet still failed to reverse the defeat.
What did that mean?
It meant this crushing defeat had not been caused by incompetence in battle.
The enemy had simply been too sinister, too powerful!
This was Feng Zhan's only hope.
Yet Feng Zhan had already knelt at Tianluo Palace's entrance for more than half an hour, and not a single sound had come from within. He could only continue kneeling.
Inside Tianluo Palace stood three seats of warm jade. At this moment, the phantom of the Sun Moon Dao Ancestor stood silently upon the central