After only a brief wait...
To the Spirit Source Hall Master, whose heart was fraught with unease, it felt like enduring an entire long day.
The next moment, the Spirit Light Screen covering the entire hall entrance began to ripple slowly like water, vast amounts of Spirit Energy streamed off to either side, and an ancient light gate wide enough for one person to pass through gradually condensed at the center of the screen.
At the same time, a cool, hoarse voice, devoid of the slightest emotional fluctuation yet carrying supreme pressure, drifted unhurriedly from the great hall beyond the light gate, echoing throughout the forbidden grounds:
"Come in."
Upon hearing that familiar voice...
the Spirit Source Hall Master's long-tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he softly exhaled the turbid breath that had been lodged in his chest.
He then straightened his robes and crown, bowed his head, and strode into the light gate before him.
Passing through the Spirit Light barrier and entering the great hall, an aloof and majestic pressure, one that looked down upon all cultivators from on high, instantly enveloped his entire body.
The great hall was vast and magnificent, devoid of superfluous furnishings.
Only a nine-tiered white jade platform rose from the ground directly ahead, upon which rested a dragon-patterned throne.
A slender figure sat upon the throne, his eyes lightly closed and his aura calm and still.
He appeared to possess little cultivation, yet he held the futures, lives, and deaths of countless Mortal Cultivators in his grasp.
This person was the Soul Puppet Cheng Buzheng, the chairman, had left at the association headquarters to receive reports from his subordinates.
The puppet perfectly replicated Cheng Buzheng's bearing and aura.
Ordinary Mortal Cultivators could not distinguish the real from the fake at all.
Seeing this, the