The doors of Main Peak Hall thundered open.
Inside, seas of clouds rose in columns, moonlight streamed down, and ancient Dao Patterns crisscrossed, forming an oppressively heavy, invisible aura.
There was not a trace of bloodlust, yet the atmosphere was solemn and majestic, as though every inch of air weighed too heavily to breathe.
Outside the hall, a deathly silence fell. Every eye was fixed on Ancestor Yan Tian.
Ancestor Yan Tian's face darkened. His feet felt impossibly heavy. The doors of Main Peak Hall stood right before him, yet he could barely take the first step.
The Moon-Tide Dao Sage felt nothing of the sort. She turned and strode forward, light on her feet as though walking on a gentle breeze, and led the Twenty-Three Dao Sages of Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley straight inside.
Ancestor Qingxuan walked in just as calmly. He glanced at Ancestor Yan Tian, then followed her.
Ancestor Yan Tian seethed with resentment, but at this point, he had no choice but to go in.
"Wait here for me."
He turned and spoke to the Dao Sages from the Western Wastes, then dragged his heavy feet into Main Peak Hall last.
As he crossed the threshold, the massive doors slammed shut, instantly cutting off the countless gazes and attempts to peer inside.
The clamor vanished, leaving only silence.
In the vast Main Hall, the Moon-Tide Dao Sage and Ancestor Qingxuan sat side by side in the seats of honor.
The remaining twenty-three Dao Sages of Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley took seats on either side.
There was not a single seat left.
Ancestor Yan Tian stood alone in the center of the hall. His grief and fury swelled, and he felt a humiliation unlike any he had known before.
But this was plainly no time