The Main Peak Hall remained shut. Clouds hung heavy, and Saint Aura stood still.
Outside the hall, countless people waited in anguish, the hundred lineages holding their breath.
Since Ancestor Yan Tian had entered the hall alone to negotiate, time had crawled by. Every minute, every second weighed heavily on their hearts.
Seventy-two Dao Sages from the Southern Border stood in the air, their expressions varied as murmured discussions rose and fell.
Countless powerful figures from Southern Border factions, hidden in clouds and Secret Realms as they watched from afar, craned their necks in anticipation.
Only one question occupied everyone's mind—
How would this earthshaking upheaval end?
Only the thirty-five Dao Sages remaining from the Western Wastes were too anxious to stand still.
They stood rigid, their gazes darting again and again toward the hall's closed doors. Panic mounted in their hearts.
Ancestor Yan Tian had been inside alone for too long—long enough to make them uneasy.
Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley held every advantage, and the Azure Cloud Heaven Sect backed it. If they suddenly turned hostile, Ancestor Yan Tian alone might be like a lone tree unable to hold up the sky.
The more they thought about it, the more panicked they became. The pressure felt like a mountain.
Then, just as their wait grew unbearable, the doors of the Main Peak Hall boomed open.
Two figures emerged, one after the other, walking slowly.
Ancestor Yan Tian led the way, his face dark as water and his features taut. Utter humiliation, dishevelment, and endless resentment lingered in his eyes.
Ancestor Qingxuan followed close behind, his expression somber and faintly helpless.
The moment they appeared, every discussion stopped!
The world seemed to fall deathly silent.
Countless gazes fixed on the two of them, full of confusion and curiosity.
What