Central Region, Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain, Holy Firmament Hall.
Just as Dao Qiongchang landed on Void Island and entered Water Ghost's sight.
Not long after, outside this grand council hall belonging to the Ten-Person Council at Holy Mountain Headquarters, a black shadow took shape, transforming into the vague figure of a man in black.
"Urgent report from the Aberrant Division!"
The newcomer's voice carried a trace of urgency, but his emotions remained steady.
Without an order, apart from the heads of the Six Divisions, no one else was qualified to enter Holy Firmament Hall.
Thus, no matter how pressing the matter, the rules of Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain were strict and could not be broken.
Within the vast Holy Firmament Hall, only two people sat in the high-backed chairs of varying heights beside the silver round table.
One was Ai Cangsheng, seated in a mottled osmanthus-wood wheelchair. His black hair draped over his shoulders, his eyes were still as the moon, and all sharpness lay hidden away. Black cloth covered his knees, while a bow and quiver hung diagonally across him. He remained silent.
The other was a woman in a yellow palace gown, dignified and elegant, her dark hair coiled around jade hairpins and adorned with dangling jade tassels. Her body was ethereal and illusory, faint as though she barely existed. She was the spirit body of the Nine-Sacrifice Osmanthus.
"Enter."
At the sound of the gentle female voice, the black-clad man outside immediately rose and stepped into Holy Firmament Hall.
The immense hall was empty and desolate.
Yet the two seated beside the round table, even without uttering a word, possessed an aura sufficient to fill the entire hall.
Upon meeting the two Saints, the black-clad man from the Aberrant Division felt his heartbeat slow at once, as though a