"An ancient existence!?"
A young elder cried out in shock, his face filled with horror.
In truth, fewer than half of the elders present had ever been to the Demon-Locking Tower.
Even fewer had reached the ninth floor.
Some of the younger elders were only hearing for the first time today that there were giant beast skeletons on the ninth floor.
"Were they True Spirits?" another young elder asked in a trembling voice.
The Great Elder shook his head. "No. Those giant beasts were even more ancient than True Spirits."
"Then what exactly were they?"
The Great Elder's voice grew even deeper.
"The founding sect master once communicated with that consciousness at the bottom of the tower."
"No, it could not really be called communication. That consciousness merely took the initiative to convey a fragment of information to the founding sect master."
"From that fragment, the founding sect master learned their name—the Desolate."
"The Desolate?"
Everyone frowned. They had never heard that name before.
"That's right, the Desolate." The Great Elder nodded.
"They were once the overlords who ruled the entire Linghuan Realm."
On the Sect Master's throne, Mu Hanxi's eyes widened abruptly, her face filled with disbelief.
She, the Sect Master, had known absolutely nothing about this!
Below, some of the younger elders still did not understand and could not help asking.
"I still don't understand. What does that consciousness have to do with the restriction on the ninth floor?"
The Great Elder continued his explanation.
"People say that the Demon-Locking Tower is a secret realm modified by the predecessors of our Cold Abyss Spirit Palace. But that is not true. The sealing formation there had existed long before then. The founding sect master merely discovered it and made some simple repairs so that we could use it."
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