King Zhou's gaze passed over Huang Feihu's shoulder and fell upon the empty corner of the hall beside him.
He gave a slight nod, his expression respectful and solemn.
The next instant, an indescribable pressure descended like thunderclouds from the Nine Heavens.
Huang Feihu's vision blurred, and a figure seemed to emerge from nothingness, silently appearing in the hall.
The figure wore crimson-gold palace robes, her graceful form surrounded by a faint rosy glow of a Golden Phoenix. Though she was a woman, she possessed the sacred majesty of one who looked down upon all living beings.
Huang Feihu was so frightened that he did not dare raise his head to look at her directly.
He instinctively lowered his head, his back taut and straight. He did not even dare breathe too loudly, while stormy waves rose within his heart.
Could this aura belong to some immortal?
Seeing this, King Zhou first reined in his imperial bearing. He solemnly cupped his hands toward the figure and said with utmost respect:
"Thank you for your trouble, Immortal."
Golden Phoenix turned slightly and raised a hand in a gentle salute. With a flick of her jade-like fingers, a speck of warm crimson light flowed from her fingertips and shot straight into King Wucheng Huang Feihu's brow.
"Bzzz—!"
"This is the Phoenix True Seal. Even if a Saint appears in person, they will not be able to detect it!"
Having done all this, Golden Phoenix's figure flickered. Leaving behind only a fleeting scarlet afterimage, she vanished without a trace.
The hall returned to silence, with only the lingering echo of a phoenix cry gently rippling through the air.
Huang Feihu still stood there in a daze, the divine seal and Golden Phoenix's overwhelming pressure replaying over and over in his mind. He had