The unmanned conference room brimmed with a sense of technology. The peach-colored solid wood table reflected the lights, pristine and gleaming.
"Beep beep~"
On the ceiling, rows of black projectors lit up with yellow startup indicators. The soundproofing array activated automatically, and the high-tech floor-to-ceiling windows switched to frosted-glass mode.
Life detectors scanned for mosquitoes, flying insects, and other creatures that might have slipped into the conference room. The Bagua mirror hanging by the door, meanwhile, could reveal vengeful spirits and primordial spirits.
After the yellow lights flashed for three seconds, they turned green. Slender probes extended from the devices, casting beams of eerie blue light around the conference table.
The projections of the headquarters' Nine Elders appeared, all of them looking toward Fu Qingyang's seat without prior agreement.
Fu Qingyang had convened this meeting. When the Nine Elders received the meeting invitation from Money Prince, each had reacted differently—wariness, emotion, shock, helplessness.
They knew Fu Qingyang had entered an instance over a month ago. They also knew he was currently in the S-rank instance, "Lone Fight." Once he cleared it, combined with his prior accumulation, he would inevitably become a level-nine Sovereign.
But they had not expected him to be so fast, nor had they expected him to truly clear it successfully.
A level-nine Sovereign could comprehend and command rules. Fu Qingyang's Skill Nearing the Dao would ascend to an entirely new level; coupled with the empowerment of that cloak that even Marshals coveted...
Having stepped into level nine, Money Prince only needed to obtain a rule-type item suited to his rank to stand on equal footing with these old relics who had lived for a century.
Compared with Yuanshi Tianzun, a Fu Qingyang whose momentum had already become unstoppable was the one who truly made them wary and