Tiangong and Di Wen exchanged a glance, then immediately withdrew from the projection space.
The instant Tiangong steadied his mind, the Communication Token in his robes emitted a distinctive pulse. It was a message from the Dragon Lord. He did not dare delay and immediately followed the token's guidance, casting his consciousness into an entirely new projection space.
The space was dimly lit. The Dragon Lord's imposing figure was already sitting upright at the seat of honor, his expression calm and unreadable. Soon after, the figures of Di Wen, Bai Xin, Hou Ji, Zhu Wu, Wang Xian, and Ao Yi gradually solidified as well.
"Everyone is here." The Dragon Lord's voice broke the silence, deeper than before. "Changqing's cultivation has advanced far faster than expected. The original plan is no longer feasible."
His gaze swept across those present. Deep within his Vertical Pupils, which seemed to contain ten thousand waters, a trace of wariness flickered.
"Changqing's talent is like Yaoxi's was in the past." The Dragon Lord's voice carried a heavy pressure. "How many years has it been since he began cultivating after entering the realm? Yet he can already sit alongside us and discuss matters as an equal. If he is given several hundred more years to steadily consolidate his foundation and devote himself to cultivation..."
The Dragon Lord paused slightly, and the atmosphere throughout the dark space froze with his words. He looked around at everyone and said, each word deliberate, "By then, the question may no longer be whether we can suppress him, but whether this starry sky can still contain me."
These unreserved words of apprehension exploded in everyone's hearts like thunder.
Tiangong, Di Wen, and the others changed expression again. They knew well how proud the Dragon Lord was. If even he personally admitted that