Indeed!
These experts clad in blood-red robes...
Were the true powerholders of the Priest Line.
They were also known as "Situ."
The energy fluctuations emanating from their bodies were all exceedingly obscure and powerful.
Even the weakest among them rivaled the great Mortal Cultivators of the human race at Nascent Soul Late Stage!
Yet now, these foremost Purgatory Clan experts, who could summon wind and rain in the outside world, all wore grave expressions, unease hidden deep within their eyes.
With utmost reverence, even a trace of trepidation, they abandoned flight and chose to walk, climbing step by step along the winding blood-colored stone stairs toward the summit of the Sacred Mountain.
The atmosphere was so solemn it nearly solidified. Every expert's heart was filled with confusion and apprehension about the future, not knowing what fate awaited them.
A moment later, the scene atop the Sacred Mountain came into view.
The first thing they saw was a blood-red robe, its wearer standing proudly with his back to them amid the fierce winds at the mountaintop, as though connected to the fortunes of the entire Sacred Mountain and the whole continent.
At this sight, the divine generals in blood-red armor felt their hearts skip a beat. The light in their eyes dimmed at once, and the worries in their hearts surged like a tide.
"How... how is there only the High Priest?"
This question exploded in the hearts of all the divine generals almost simultaneously.
"By the ancient custom that has stood since time immemorial, any meeting concerning the entire clan should be jointly presided over by the Divine Envoy Line and the Priest Line, to keep one another in check.
Now there is only the High Priest... could it be..."
A terrifying thought rose uncontrollably:
"Could it be that the