This decision had been made out of necessity. Even though they knew it would increase the casualty rate among the Song Family's fourth-rank clansmen in the ensuing civilization war, there was no other way.
Even though every fourth-rank and above clansman in the family had signed a golden agreement drafted by the Flame Pact before the civilization war began, ensuring that the family's crucial secrets would never be leaked.
It still was not foolproof. Such an agreement might be effective against forces from the Radiant Han Kingdom and the Morningstar Kingdom, but once the Dragonwhale Hall was suspected of being a colored mythical artifact, the attention it attracted would inevitably far exceed the ordinary. It would not be strange for even immortal giant factions to get involved. By then, a mere golden-quality confidentiality agreement would be utterly insufficient.
Thus, keeping it hidden from most of the clansmen for now was clearly safer.
Buzzz!
The Chaos Mist within the great hall grew increasingly dense, faint colored radiance flowing through it. Above the hall, the illusory starry sky that had once covered the ceiling had now transformed into a genuine stellar expanse. Beneath its silver glow, the entire Dragonwhale Hall appeared even more solemn and majestic.
As spatial ripples continuously emerged, figures of Song Family clansmen began to condense atop the thrones surrounding the hall—three thousand in total, carved in bronze, silver, gold, and even starlight.
Including Song Chi and the others who were already present, there were exactly ninety projected figures. They were the clansmen who had been bound to the Dragonwhale Hall before the war began.
As for why there were only ninety of them, some had naturally already fallen. After several hundred years of continuous advance, how could there have been no combat losses at all?
This was