Prelude to the Destruction of the World

Time passed swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, five years had gone by.

The gilded dome refracted dazzling halos in the morning light. The carvings on the twelve dragon-coiled pillars within Papal Hall seemed to have come alive, silently watching the upper echelons of Spirit Hall gathered there.

Qian Cheng sat at the head of the chamber, an almost tangible pressure emanating from him and making even the air seem still.

Ye Muyun wore a moon-white robe, her eyes concealing a trace of solemnity.

Shui Hanyan wore a pale blue gown embroidered with dark-patterned ripples along its hem, her expression as cold as frost.

All the Titled Douluo-level powerhouses had arrived.

Spirit Hall's Four Great Vajras had now broken through to the Titled Douluo realm, and their gazes toward Qian Cheng were filled with reverence.

Shui Bing'er and Ye Lingling of the Sacred Spirit Sect had also changed into crimson robes symbolizing their status as Titled Douluo.

The two quietly surveyed everyone in the hall from the corners of their eyes, full of curiosity about this unusual meeting.

"I summoned you all here to announce a major matter."

"A matter that concerns the survival of every one of us."

Qian Cheng's voice was not loud, yet it exploded through the hall like thunder, shattering the silence.

"Teacher, what could possibly be so serious?"

Hu Liena was the first to rise and ask. Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes full of disbelief.

Since Spirit Hall had unified the core regions of the continent, she had long grown accustomed to peace. She had never imagined a crisis involving life and death could descend upon them.

Everyone in the hall raised their heads as well, their blazing gazes fixed on Qian Cheng. Even their breathing unconsciously grew lighter, afraid