The moment Grand Hua Old Ancestor finished speaking, the Throne formed entirely from Sword Qi began to fade. The azure-robed elder did not even leave behind a perfunctory farewell; his projection simply dissolved into the sea of clouds.
His departure triggered a chain reaction.
Supreme Force Old Ancestor rubbed the stubble on his chin and rose from his throne, his body towering. He did not look at the Alliance Leader on the purple-gold throne, but tipped his chin toward several familiar Immortal Vein Lords nearby.
"Everyone, the spiritual energy in my Supreme Force Immortal Vein has been drying up badly lately. Those little brats in my sect can't even put food on the table. I'm not wading into these muddy waters."
With that, he kicked aside the cloud vapor before him. The raging astral winds instantly drew inward, and he vanished along with his Throne, leaving nothing behind.
A few strange chuckles drifted from Xuan Yin Old Ancestor's mass of twisted shadows. Without a word, he severed the connection.
Changsheng Old Ancestor yawned and leaned languidly against his chair. His projection faded little by little until it merged completely into the background.
Outside the light screen, Ye Changqing knelt on the tiled floor of the secret chamber, gasping for breath. As he watched the Thrones wink out one after another, his mind buzzed.
Ye Changqing dug all ten fingers into the floor, his nails peeling back as blood seeped down through the cracks between the stones.
"They ran... They all ran..."
He was a divination master, most skilled at calculating people's motives, yet he had misjudged just how low these Longevity Realm powerhouses would sink.
Two million lives meant nothing to these people. Grand Hua Old Ancestor had tossed out a mad plan that offered them survival, and without so