Du Zhaodi was slightly stunned.
What she saw before her was completely different from her stereotyped impression of the "masterminds manipulating things from behind the scenes of the universe's deep-level organizations."
She had thought that an enormous entity like the "Immortal Consortium," hidden beneath the surface of the universe and secretly influencing or even manipulating the fate of countless civilizations, would have a true upper echelon whose core members, even if they did not all wear black masks and shadowy cloaks, would at least employ carefully crafted disguises—
They would use false identities, proxies, holographic projections, or at the very least some sort of information barrier that blurred their characteristics, all to maintain the image of "behind-the-scenes big shots."
Yet the nine beings before her were so "frank" that she found it difficult to understand.
They simply sat there in the center of the magnificent stage without hiding anything, releasing without restraint their vast and unique auras—powerful enough to make an entire star sector tremble.
The nine auras intertwined and collided, yet somehow maintained a delicate balance and a certain "decorum," filling the magnificent space.
Du Zhaodi could even clearly distinguish at least three of the auras. Their core fluctuations had astonishingly reached the level of an eighth-level Ascension Force Field!
It was an awe-inspiring might that had already transcended simple energy and matter, touching upon the realm of rule definition and conceptual manipulation!
The nine beings were composed, calm, and carried an ease all their own.
When Du Zhaodi, the "new generation noble," stepped into the center of the dance floor, their reactions were unusually "direct."
Some smiled faintly at her, while others merely nodded lightly. None put on any lofty airs or arranged some deliberately profound test. Almost as soon as she found her footing, several of them