Within the Hall of Myriad Demons...
Every figure seated within had an aura around them as unfathomable as an abyss, restrained yet ready to erupt, causing the surrounding space itself to warp ever so slightly.
An ordinary Nascent Soul Late Stage great cultivator here...
would likely have to struggle with all their strength merely to stand upright against that invisible pressure.
These several dozen Mortal Cultivators were the demonic-path titans who dominated every corner of the Cultivation World, holding the fate of countless lands and living beings in their hands.
They were all supreme experts who had reached the Half-Venerable Realm, and also the ancestors or Grand Elders of dominant demonic sects.
"Enough!"
A clear, chill voice, like an icy spring striking jade, suddenly rang out.
It was not loud, yet it distinctly suppressed every argument and discussion in the hall.
The speaker sat on the left side of the upper seats: a handsome middle-aged man dressed in a plain white scholar's robe.
In his hand, he idly played with a white jade flute flowing with five-colored light.
This man was the ancestor of the Illusory Heart Demon Sect—Jade Flute Scholar.
He appeared gentle and refined, but his scheming ran unfathomably deep, and he was especially skilled at controlling hearts and minds.
Among these demonic-path giants, both his cultivation and combat prowess ranked among the very best.
"Everyone, if we continue this pointless bickering, we will do nothing but waste time. It will not help resolve the problem in the slightest."
Jade Flute Scholar's calm gaze swept across the crowd.
"You must understand that the senior's decree gave us only one month.
There is little time left now.
If the deadline arrives and we still cannot reach a decision or provide an answer..."
He paused, and his voice grew several