Luo God City.
At its very center stood a sprawling complex of magnificent palaces, radiating an air of nobility and inviolability. This was the residence of the Luo God Clan's royal family—the Luo God Palace.
The brightly lit hall was filled with a strange smell, a peculiar mixture of medicinal fragrance, the fresh scent of herbs, and pungent blood. It permeated nearly every corner of the hall.
On a bed deep within the hall lay a handsome young man with a deathly pale face. His eyes were tightly shut. He appeared to have suffered severe injuries and had fallen into a deep slumber. Not only was his aura weak, but it was also extremely unstable, as though it could vanish completely at any moment.
Beside the bed, a beautiful woman with exquisite features wept quietly. This was her husband, whom she had married less than a month ago, yet he had already become like this.
At her side, a white-haired elder dressed in the robes of a Spirit Medicine Master held the young man's hand, seemingly examining him. Judging by the way he alternated between frowning and pursing his lips, the young man's condition was clearly far from optimistic.
"Master Kalin, how is Tianhe?"
The speaker was a stern-looking elder in black robes. His complexion was somewhat ashen, as if he had sustained injuries himself. He stood behind them with his hands clasped behind his back, staring anxiously at the Spirit Medicine Master.
"Lord Luo Tianshen, His Majesty Tianhe's condition is very poor."
The white-haired elder turned and cupped his hands.
"Cough, cough. I know Tianhe's shattered Sovereign Sea cannot be restored. All I want now is for Tianhe to live. As long as he lives, that is enough. He has yet to leave the direct royal line of our