Chaotic currents surged, streams of spacetime intertwining and tangling through the void like strands of hair.
This was a secret space independent of the Lost World.
Four peerless beings who had set foot upon the Imperial Path sat in the four directions, their auras each suppressing a stretch of void like Divine Mountains, bringing even the turbulent spacetime to a standstill.
Ancestor Yuanchu's gray robes remained neat and unwrinkled, his expression as still as an ancient well. He appeared no different from usual.
Yet in truth, the circulating laws around him carried an exceedingly faint sluggishness.
Within his chest, his blood and vitality churned like raging waves. Every breath silently suppressed the fractures in his Dao foundation.
The other three exchanged glances through the void, then swiftly looked away, each understanding the others without a word.
Yuanchu had suffered such a tremendous loss today. Summoning them here made it plain that he wanted to drag them all into pressuring the Emperor together.
But how could an existence like the Emperor be so easily shaken?
If they truly enraged him, they might not be able to withstand an Emperor's fury.
"Everyone."
Ancestor Yuanchu spoke first.
His voice was low and hoarse, carrying rage suppressed to its utmost limit.
It droned through the chaotic space, shaking the surrounding layers of chaotic energy into surging turbulence.
"You all witnessed what happened today."
He slowly raised his hand. The imperial patterns in his palm flickered in and out, yet the cracks upon them were impossible to conceal. "The Emperor's favoritism toward those outsiders has already reached such an utterly unbridled extent!"
"That Lu Qingyun, an outsider, carried out a massacre within our Lost World, slaughtering thirty-six clans and reducing hundreds of millions of living beings to ash. Blood flowed until it could float pestles;