The Alliance Leader's voice rang out above the sea of clouds.
"Great Hua! You secretly set up a formation to resurrect that thing the Heavenly Dao erased! You mean to drag all of Central Province into the grave with you!"
The Dragon-Robed Elder abruptly rose from his Purple Gold Throne, unleashing the full pressure of his peak longevity realm cultivation.
The surrounding clouds were driven back by that power, exposing a vast empty space.
The Dragon-Robed Elder glared at the Throne of Sword Qi to his right.
“Convey my orders! Seal off the Grand Hua Immortal Vein immediately! All Immortal Veins are to join forces, apprehend that old ghost Grand Hua, and strip him of his position as an Immortal Vein Lord!”
His voice reached all seventy-two Thrones, carrying resolute killing intent.
Inside the Secret Chamber, Ye Changqing let out a long breath.
He slumped onto the floor and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He thought the situation was finally about to erupt.
Once war broke out within Central Province's Immortal Alliance, the Grand Hua Immortal Vein would become the target of every arrow, and the Northern Lands' crisis would unravel like bamboo beneath a blade.
But Zhou Xuan said nothing.
He stood at the center of the formation, staring at the screen of light in midair as taiyi divine power flowed through his eyes.
Something's wrong.
It's too quiet.
The furious uproar he had expected never came.
Extreme Firmament Old Ancestor, who had been arguing bitterly and clamoring for blood just moments before, now sat on his Throne without a word.
The fierce winds around him had withdrawn completely. His burly body leaned forward slightly, as though he were carefully examining the bloodline formation patterns on the screen.
Xuan Yin Old Ancestor, who loved making snide remarks,