Inspection Headquarters

Immortal Alliance Island.

Immortal Alliance Headquarters, the area where the Supervision Hall was located.

Above the entrance of one great hall were four large, spirit-light-glimmering runic characters: "Inspection Headquarters."

Inside the hall.

Upon the throne above sat a square-faced cultivator with stern features. He wore a starry robe, its sleeves embroidered with six purple Nine-Leaf Grasses. A suffocating pressure surrounded him, making him appear supremely imposing.

On the seats to either side below sat numerous cultivators—men and women, young and old alike. Every one of them possessed late-stage Golden Core cultivation, and their sleeves bore varying numbers of golden Nine-Leaf Grasses.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the great hall was somewhat delicate.

After the square-faced cultivator seated upon the throne swept his gaze around the hall—

Not a single cultivator dared speak, nor did any dare meet his eyes.

At that moment, the many cultivators all lowered their once-proud heads.

Seeing this.

The stern-looking middle-aged cultivator seated upon the throne calmly swept his gaze over everyone and said blandly:

"Hall Master Chu has given this lord a final deadline."

"Therefore, this mission must be completed within ten years."

"You are all core disciples of the major Immortal Sects, and some among you are this lord's juniors. This lord will ask one last time: is anyone willing to accept this mission?"

"The mission reward will be increased again: ten thousand Contribution Points and one Purple Spirit Peach."

Upon hearing this.

The many cultivators seated on both sides below revealed tempted expressions, but when they thought of the danger of this mission—

They immediately extinguished that flicker of yearning in their hearts and lowered their eyes obediently to the ground before them.

"Still no one dares accept this mission?"

"Since no one is willing to take it voluntarily, this lord will