At the very center of the Cultivator Association headquarters ruins...
A towering palace stood there, emanating a deep, vast, and majestic undulation.
It faintly blended with the Spirit Energy of heaven and earth around it, yet remained a world unto itself, like an ancient behemoth that had drawn in its claws and fangs, crouching upon the ground. Though utterly still, it inspired fear in all who beheld it.
Yet if one's eyes were sharp enough, and one looked closely...
one would discover that the palace's gleaming surface was not seamless.
Instead, it was covered in a layer of intricate, exquisitely precise fine patterns, nearly impossible to discern with the naked eye.
Like the meridians and blood vessels of a living creature, they spread across every inch of the palace's walls and eaves.
From time to time, streaks of dazzling flowing light flashed abruptly through the depths of those patterns.
They moved with incredible speed, carrying a mysterious rhythm, vanishing in a blink.
Clearly.
This magnificent palace standing alone at the heart of the ruins was no ordinary building, but a Magic Treasure of exceptionally high grade!
Judging by the Spirit Pressure it emitted and the complexity of its patterns, it was at least a high-grade Magic Treasure, perhaps even a supreme-grade one!
That was right.
This Magic Treasure was what Cheng Buzheng had temporarily brought out to serve as the meeting hall for the upcoming conference.
And at this moment, in every direction around this magnificent palace-like Magic Treasure, upon the empty, charred earth, a vast sea of cultivators had already gathered.
That was right.
It truly was a "dark, surging mass"—at least three thousand people strong!
These several thousand cultivators were distinctly divided into dozens of groups, large and small.
The clothing, aura, and insignias of each group differed