Ye Ci and the others stood before several Primordial Chaos generals seated upon thrones, utterly stunned.
A pillar of light shot into the heavens, radiating dense ghostly energy as it pierced the clouds from this place.
And the cause of it all was Mo Yuan...
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Every Ghost Race member turned their gaze upon Mo Yuan, chilling him to the bone and leaving an incredulous expression on his face.
"It wasn't me, no, no..."
"I didn't touch this formation. I really didn't!" Mo Yuan was so frantic that he was nearly in tears.
This was the very core of the Primordial Ghost Domain, where formations connected to the other legions were located.
At this moment, the formation they had activated was the Primordial Ghost Domain's summoning and assembly formation.
Once this signal was sent, it meant that the Primordial Ghost Domain was about to launch an all-out assault on the Immortal Realm and required the cooperation of the other legions.
Once the signal had been sent, there was no taking it back.
Far away in the cosmos, the other legions would sense it and awaken ahead of time...
Of course, that was assuming those legions still existed.
After all, so many eras had passed. Some legions might have long since ceased to exist.
"Mo Yuan, what exactly are you doing?!"
"You just said Qin Luo had some kind of scheme, that he was trying to seize control of our Ninth Legion."
"But what about you? When did you learn of this formation's existence? How did you know how to activate it? Who exactly are you?"
That barrage of questions left Mo Yuan unable to stand steady.
How had the conspiracy theory ended up being pinned on him?
"General, believe me, I didn't do this."
"Someone tampered with it.