Wang Yu gazed at the azure light formation emerging within the enormous halo in the distance, and the indistinct phantom of an ancient gate within it. For some reason, a profound sense of unease stirred in his heart.
Had the four Golden Core ancestors not already appeared, and the two Golden Core cultivators of the Demonic Path not already fled, he would probably have wanted to leave outright and hide far away.
By then, the earthquakes and fierce winds in the area had all vanished with the appearance of the strange phenomenon within the halo.
Although he strained his extraordinary hearing to listen to the Golden Core Patriarchs' conversation, one of them had apparently cast a sound-blocking spell with a casual gesture. He could only watch their lips move slightly without hearing a single word, leaving him staring helplessly from where he stood.
This left him deeply frustrated.
Just then, the thunderous voices of the Golden Core ancestors suddenly rang out overhead.
"Disciples of the Four Symbols Sect, assemble immediately!"
"Disciples of the Vajra Temple, assemble immediately!"
"Disciples of the Thousand Bamboo Sect, assemble immediately!"
Hearing their respective Patriarchs summon them, the disciples of the four sects who had taken shelter far away naturally dared not hesitate. They rose into the air from every direction and flew back.
The disciples of the four sects who had remained in the camp were actually in the minority.
It seemed that very few Qi Refining disciples who dared attend the Four Sects Assembly were truly foolish.
By contrast, the dozen or so powerful Foundation Establishment cultivators who had accompanied the Golden Core ancestors to lead the groups had remained in the camp all along. Few had dared leave without permission.
Now, they too rose into the air and stood solemnly below the four