The solemn, frigid hall stood within a domain vast enough to be called a plaza.
Towering pillars rose from the ground, carved with countless strange beasts, as though holding up innumerable stars. Light streamed down from stars fashioned from gemstones, illuminating everything.
No matter how burly a person was, they would seem like dust within this staggering expanse, yet it did not feel empty in the slightest. At the center of the plaza, atop the high platform, that intangible will had nearly become tangible, filling every inch of space.
Three figures stood around a blood-red projection, looking down at the changes unfolding on the battlefield—the duel between the ruler of the Sea of Thunder and the Ascender.
Watching that almost sneak-attack of an arrow leave Fenkuzhu flustered, Gala immediately doubled over with laughter.
"Hoho, isn't that pretty convincing... That kid's got a bit of Ying Fangzhou's style!"
At the side, the Minister of Growth remained expressionless and unresponsive.
Simply put, he had been wearing a miserable face from the very beginning.
What the hell are you looking at?
He only wanted to jump in there and smash someone's dog head to pulp.
Beside him, the Minister of Propaganda calculated the data and changes observed within, his expression shifting slightly before understanding soon appeared on his face.
"Truly astonishing."
One of the Nine Ministers, temporarily replacing Minister Duowen, who had been missing for several eras, and overseeing the eyes and ears of the fallen nation, scribbled across an ancient scroll. At last, looking at the divination results, he clicked his tongue in amazement.
"From the preliminary observations—beyond this astonishing combat power alone, he himself already possesses both ruler-level calamity and Crowned One-level miracles.
"Whether as Bahamut's reflection, or as Lord of the Clouds and Great Siming, predecessors of Dongjun, he has