In the vacant reaches of the Ninth Heaven, deep within that absolute void cut off by an invisible barrier, where even rivers of starlight had to detour, stood an ancient hall.
Within the hall, a throne floated silently at the highest point, exuding an indescribable majesty and desolation.
Below the throne, in the center of the Main Hall, hundreds of star-shaped pedestals floated in formation, like stars paying homage to the moon.
Most of the pedestals were likewise empty, carrying the loneliness accumulated through the ages.
Yet at this moment, nearly a hundred figures were already seated.
Their very existence seemed to be the embodiment of some law, symbols of Eternal power.
An invisible pressure filled the hall, intertwining and colliding, causing even this stable space to ripple almost imperceptibly.
Before everyone else, close to the suspended Hall Master's throne, three figures sat high upon their seats.
They were the current three Vice Hall Masters—Yi Xing, Heaven's Mandate, and Lang Yu.
At this moment, whether Vice Hall Masters, ordinary members, humans, Alien Races, or Fierce Beasts...
Every face was solemn, every gaze fixed upon the tightly shut hall doors, as though awaiting something.
Among them, Lang Yu gripped the armrests of his seat tightly with both hands. The anticipation on his face was utterly undisguised, and even his breathing had grown noticeably heavier.
The aura leaking from him stirred wave after wave of destructive ripples.
Beo stood behind Heaven's Mandate. He swallowed, unconsciously took two steps back, then hurriedly stepped forward again, pressing close to his protector.
To everyone else in the Main Hall, a wisp of leaking Eternal aura was no more than a breeze. But to an ordinary Deputy Executor like him, it was undoubtedly a calamity that would drown him whole!
Without Heaven's Mandate's protection, he probably