The atmosphere in the council hall was grave to the extreme.
More than twenty Grotto-Heaven Mystic Realms had emerged at once, along with over fifty Demon Venerables. Such power was enough to crush any single Human Race faction. Even if the four Seven-Star factions joined forces with the four foreign kingdoms, they would only barely be able to contend with it.
What worried them even more was that although the Demon Race's twelve Apex Demon Venerables had been suppressed by the Twelve Golden Figures' Heavenly Starlight Demon-Suppressing Formation for over fifteen hundred years, not every Demon Venerable had died.
Among them, they had detected signs of life within three sealed locations.
These three sealed locations were guarded by Venerables, and Dao Domain Realm Venerables at that. They reinforced the seals at regular intervals.
Now that the Demon Race had emerged, they would certainly find a way to break those three seals. Once the Apex Demon Venerables imprisoned within escaped and regained their strength, the Human Race would face utter annihilation.
Shen Tianqiong sat upright in the seat of honor, his expression grave as his gaze swept over every elder and clan head present.
"Everyone, this is a war that concerns the survival of the Human Race." His voice was low, yet every word weighed a thousand jun. "The major Human Race factions must unite as well. We cannot fight our own battles."
"Master."
A voice came from outside the great hall.
It was not loud, yet it clearly reached every person's ears.
Everyone turned their heads at once.
At the entrance of the hall, a figure in azure robes slowly walked inside.
It was Chen Xuan.
Shen Tianqiong looked at his disciple, and a complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.
At eighteen, Chen Xuan had formed the Eighty-One-Turn Supreme Golden