The ripples on the light screen faded completely, and the air in the secret chamber suddenly bore down. Ye Changqing had barely pushed himself halfway up before the invisible weight forced him back to the floor. Gritting his teeth, he braced both hands against the tiles and looked up.
The image showed a boundless sea of clouds, with seventy-two enormous Thrones suspended above it. Each was formed from laws of a different attribute. Some flickered with lightning, some seethed with flames, and others were shrouded in dense death qi.
Seventy-two indistinct figures sat upon the Thrones. Even through a formation spanning worlds, even as mere projections, the interwoven pressure of these Longevity Realm powerhouses made Zhou Xuan's bones grind under the unbearable strain.
Zhou Xuan narrowed his eyes. Taiyi divine power circulated madly through his body as he forcibly withstood the pressure and stood ramrod straight.
"So this is the Central Province Immortal Alliance's highest council."
Ye Changqing took out a blank jade slip and recorded the scene with trembling fingers. This was intelligence from the very heart of Central Province, something he ordinarily could not obtain even at the cost of his life.
At the center of the image, the Dragon-Robed Elder sat on the highest Throne, a seat of purple and gold. Just as he was about to speak and lay bare the Grand Hua Immortal Vein's mess, a burly figure suddenly rose from a Throne on the left, surrounded by raging astral winds.
"Alliance Leader! You summoned all of us today... you'd better have definite news about repairing the immortal veins!"
The voice made Zhou Xuan's eardrums ache. A mocking laugh came from another Throne.
"Why the hurry, you old Supreme Force ghost? Didn't the Alliance Leader just strike a grand bargain with that native from the