Tian Continent, at Tian Zhouzi's residence.
Inside a hundred-zhang-tall hall, the doors were tightly shut. Tian Zhouzi, dressed all in white, stood atop a platform and calmly gazed at the ten people standing before him.
The ten had different appearances, but all possessed an absolute air of domineering majesty. It was obvious that only those in the High Position could cultivate such an aura.
"Curse Saint, why did you summon all of us here together?" a Blue-Haired Man asked in confusion.
"Follow me outside to handle some business. You have three days to settle your respective affairs. After three days, there must be no excuses or evasions!" Tian Zhouzi said in a deep voice.
"Handle business?" the Blue-Haired Man asked in astonishment.
The other nine were equally astonished.
"Curse Saint, all ten of us are Ancestor Immortals! You want us to go out and handle business with you? You're going too? So many of us are going out this time? What exactly is the matter? Are we wiping out Great Qin? Or Great Zhou?" the Blue-Haired Man asked in astonishment.
Wiping out Great Qin or Great Zhou was the first thought that came to the ten Ancestor Immortals. The Tian Household's foundations were profound; only those who had reached their level could understand it—or rather, even those who understood it did not understand it deeply enough.
But regardless, how many people were in this group? One Saint and ten Ancestor Immortals! Such an enormous force was going out together. What power could possibly withstand them?
Great Qin? Great Zhou?
"No! It's something more important than Great Qin and Great Zhou!" Tian Zhouzi said calmly.
"What exactly is the matter that requires so many of us to mobilize? Curse Saint, please speak plainly!" the Blue-Haired Man said respectfully.
All ten were