"He actually went to the Death Wasteland?"
The Mountain Lord—or rather, the undead spirit—leapt to his feet the moment he heard the report from the person who had come specifically to deliver the news.
To him, this was simply too horrifying.
Yet he was restricted by the seal and could not enter to do anything, leaving him with no choice but to watch helplessly, unable to do a thing.
The more the undead spirit thought about it, the more anxious he became.
After a bout of inner struggle, he decisively issued another order. "Pass down my command. Have every elder come here at once!"
The undead spirit had always carried himself like a transcendent sage, detached from the mortal world.
Even as the Mountain Lord, he rarely lost his temper.
This sudden roar immediately left everyone who heard the order so stunned that their eyes went wide.
They simply could not imagine how the Mountain Lord, who had always remained calm, could suddenly become so irritable.
Though their hearts were filled with doubts,
the Mountain Lord's thousand years of authority left them without the courage to truly say anything.
Before long, a large number of white-haired, white-bearded figures arrived one after another.
Every one of them radiated an oppressive aura that filled people with fear.
Even though none of them revealed the aura of their cultivation,
it was not hard for everyone to guess that any one of these people was a terrifying existence in the Sovereign Realm.
"Greetings, Mountain Lord."
The crowd collectively bowed slightly toward the Mountain Lord.
"No need for formalities. I have summoned all of you today because there is an extremely important matter that requires your help," the Mountain Lord said gravely.
In the simplest terms, he explained what had happened in the wasteland.
Then