By the lakeshore, Chaotic Qi permeated the air. Hundreds of people sat cross-legged on meditation cushions, each with a powerful aura, radiating terrifying fluctuations that made it hard to breathe.
Tense discussions and secret deliberations had continued here all day, without a moment of calm.
Dozens of ancient races had gathered here to discuss the future of the Primordial Race. Although ancient imperial clans such as Primordial Lake, Fire Qilin Cave, and Blood Phoenix Mountain were absent, all those participating were powerful royal clans.
All the powerful royal clans had sent representatives, attaching great importance to this alliance and hoping to unite into a tremendously formidable coalition.
"You should all have heard that Eastern Emperor Jiang Zhu has returned. His momentum is overwhelming now."
The vast lake was pitch-black as ink, with terrifying fish beasts occasionally splashing up waves. The shore was dim, and thick fog shrouded the hundreds of meditation cushions and the people seated upon them, rendering them hazy and indistinct.
Here, everyone's features were difficult to make out. All were hidden within clouds and mist, adding a measure of mystery.
"What should we do about the Silver-Blood Imperial Clans? Now that Jiang Zhu is back, will he let the matter rest?"
"If there's no other way, let those two leave. There's no need to force it."
"How can we do that? Hundreds of our royal clans have allied to fuse our races' Ancestral Blood, gather Great Dao Fragments, and nurture a supreme being. These two are crucial."
"Are all our great clans really afraid of one Eastern Emperor?"
"Exactly. The Ancestral Blood of the Silver-Blood Imperial Clans is indispensable. We need them to join us and provide an unceasing supply of bloodline power."
The arguments continued without end, and agreement proved elusive. Not far away, the Silver-Blood