The Person in the Main Hall

The grand hall was magnificent, its terrifying pressure permeating every corner. Wisps of immortal energy curled like vast mist around the Golden Thread Phoebe Tree pillars amid carved railings and jade masonry.

This was the main hall of the Bright God Sect, the very core of the sect that had once unified the entire Southern Bright Continent.

The empty hall had long since lost its former glory. Everything had turned to nothing in the river of history, leaving behind only this splendid palace, enduring through the ages.

At the highest point of the hall stood numerous extravagant thrones, most constructed from precious spirit stones. The pure white throne at the center, however, had been carved from a single block of immortal jade, wreathed in faintly visible immortal energy.

This throne was the most exceptional of them all, not merely because of its material, but because someone sat upon it—a young man dressed in sacred white immortal robes.

His eyes were closed, and his features were exquisite and handsome, yet devoid of all vitality. He had clearly been dead for a very long time. Still, from ancient times until now, his body had not shown the slightest sign of decay. Nourished by the immortal jade, he instead appeared especially clear and flawless. His skin was like fine jade cream, his long lashes like black tail feathers, and his entire body exuded a bright, peaceful aura—along with an incomparably terrifying pressure.

At that moment, the tranquil and harmonious scene was shattered by an aura that suddenly surged forth. This overwhelming presence came from behind the main hall, where the Immortal Mansion's formation core lay, as well as the place where its inheritance had once been passed down.

The terrifying clash caused the Immortal Mansion's spiritual energy to fluctuate violently. Though the disturbance