Chen Mo's face was grave, and concern showed in his eyes. He cupped his hands toward the still air before him and spoke with respectful caution.
"My authority is insufficient to decide this matter. Please wait a moment, fellow Daoist. I'll inform the elders and the chairman at once."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved. A faint shimmer of dark Dao Resonance spread around him as he passed through layer after layer of barriers within the tower.
The tower's Formation barriers and Space Barriers might as well not have existed for him. In an instant, he crossed its intricate corridors, left the clamor of the mortal world behind, and entered a sealed void realm cut off from the world.
This realm was the Myriad Worlds Chamber of Commerce's innermost forbidden ground in Sin Domain City. It had neither sky nor earth. Gray Chaos mist churned all around, shutting out every sound and trace of energy from outside. The silence was frightening. Even the wind of the Great Dao had died away, leaving only an ancient, unchanging stillness.
At the center of the realm floated a golden Lotus Throne a hundred zhang across.
The Lotus Throne had been cast entirely from pure golden liquid of the Great Dao. Millions of fine, radiant golden threads of Destiny and Dao law crisscrossed and linked together, wrapping it from end to end. Every strand carried the pressure of supreme Dao Resonance. It was the source of power for the entire realm.
A slim figure who looked remarkably young sat cross-legged atop the Lotus Throne.
He was handsome, with cool, detached eyes. His plain Daoist robe stirred without wind, and not a trace of worldly dust clung to him. He seemed unremarkable, yet held within him terrifying power that could crush the myriad