Seven Absolute Hall,
Mountain Gate Grand Hall,
Within the Seven Absolute Hall, forged from black iron, a sinister, icy aura pervaded the air, making anyone who entered feel as though they had stepped into the bitter chill of deep winter.
Led by a servant,
Wan Zunli stepped into the dark interior of the great hall, his clear footsteps echoing through it.
All around, thick pillars stood in orderly rows dozens of zhang apart, supporting the vaulted ceiling above. Black-patterned stone dragons coiled around the pillars as though breathing in and out demonic qi, swallowing the hall's faint light until only specks like stars remained.
At the end of the corridor,
A high platform carved from cold jade stood prominently.
Upon the platform sat a broad black chair at its center. Seven skulls were carved into its backrest, blood-red crystals embedded in their eye sockets. They all stared down at the hall's corridor below, casting scarlet light and giving off an icy, oppressive feeling!
Wan Zunli arrived below the platform,
And felt one icy gaze after another gather upon him,
Making even his breathing grow somewhat heavy.
"Wan Zunli, why have you come to find me?"
A somewhat careless voice came from the figure seated upon the skull throne atop the platform.
It was a young figure who appeared to be only twenty or thirty years old.
He reclined against the chair's back, draped in a black robe trimmed with gold. The hem hung down to the edge of the platform, swaying gently with his slight movements.
Though the hall's lighting was somewhat dim,
With the eyesight and perception of a Spirit Wandering realm cultivator, Wan Zunli could still sense those deep eyes, cold as an icy pool, looking down from the seat of honor. They watched him enter the hall