The arrival of the Jiang Clan made the atmosphere before the Purple Cloud Palace subtly tense. In the eyes of most Jiang Clan members, their entry into the calamity had been forced upon them. They had even suffered tremendous grievances with nowhere to vent them, so the Jiang Clan's relationship with the various sects was exceedingly delicate.
After a long while.
The gates of the Purple Cloud Palace opened, and under the Holy Mothers' guidance, the Great Luos slowly entered the palace.
The main hall was like an independent space, boundless and endless, yet also resembling the Western Heaven's paradise firmament. Yellow clouds and golden light filled the scene, breathtakingly beautiful. At a glance, tens of thousands of prayer mats had been arranged throughout this heaven-like space, all kept at the same height.
At the very front stood a divine seat. Even without radiant beams reaching ten thousand zhang, it gave off an aura of sacred supremacy.
The name Great Dao Qian Yuan Divine Seat surfaced in every Great Luo's mind.
Legend had it that there was a divine seat named Great Dao Qian Yuan. Whoever sat upon it could see through the past and future, observe the destinies of all living beings. It was the pinnacle of the Dao, representing the Dao Ancestor.
No one knew where this legend had originated, but every Great Luo had heard it before.
Once all the Great Luos had entered and looked at the prayer mats ahead, their thoughts began to stir.
There were simply too many Great Luos now. Most wished to sit closer to the front so the Dao Ancestor might notice them. Coupled with the karma born from the calamity, countless conflicts arose as they took their seats. Fortunately, Bai Qi soothed them one by one.
After half an hour