The Clan Hall.
At several hundred years of age, Elder Qian suddenly submitted a request to Sun Michen, bluntly declaring that he wanted to fuck everyone in the Sun Family. Six of the twelve Sitting Elders also rose together, explicitly opposing the opening of the Divine Tomb Immortal Palace and endorsing all of Elder Qian's "proposals."
Their actions were far too direct and brutal. In an instant, the pleasant discussion became a tense confrontation, thick with the smell of gunpowder, as though a magical battle between the clans might erupt at any moment.
Sun Michen had expected Qian Zhongge to oppose him. In his eyes, the man was a stubborn old fossil who knew nothing of adapting to circumstances. He might possess some wisdom and conviction, but those were absolutely unsuited to this "unprecedented golden age" that was about to awaken.
Which of Delusion's successive Former Masters had not been a peerless figure, a supreme sovereign of the Human Race?
Every one of them had paid with their lives, striking at Leaving Hometown Road with Great Dao Intent, staining eternity with crimson blood, and attempting to lead their descendants out of this Sealed Land with their supreme divine Dao wills...
But what had come of it in the end?
They had all died! Their Daos had dissolved into heaven and earth, leaving not even their bones. Perhaps a few traces remained in the Divine Tomb Immortal Palace, but even that was merely their descendants' speculation.
Open your eyes and look. What had their descendants endured after those Former Masters died?
There had been no immortal monuments, no supreme glory. Most of the Former Masters' children had simply died in battle, one after another, and their clans had declined. After endless ages, their descendants were fit only to be called wild