His features were resolute. Even as he sat quietly, the space around him kept collapsing and reforming, as though even the laws of this Great Thousand World could not withstand the savage power of the eight Ancestral Symbols within him.
He was none other than the Martial Realm Lord, Martial Ancestor Lin Dong.
The man on the right wore black robes and had the most languid bearing of all.
He toyed with a lustrous teacup, brilliant, multicolored flames slowly swirling in the depths of his eyes.
With each breath he took, the endless river of stars surrounding the Grand Void Cloud Terrace seemed to catch fire, while the boundless, violent fire spiritual energy grew as docile as sheep before him.
He was none other than the lord of the Endless Fire Domain, Flame Emperor Xiao Yan.
Seated in the central seat of honor was Su Changqing, dressed in casual clothes, his features as gentle as jade.
Behind him, there were no earth-shaking phenomena, only a faint golden dragon silhouette coiled deep within the void.
Within that dragon silhouette lay a faint trace of the supreme majesty born when the Profound Python had devoured the Heavenly Phoenix and transformed.
He had perfectly concealed the pressure of a Saint Dragon Fate that stood above all things beneath his easygoing exterior.
"Bubble, bubble..."
Inside a warming stove forged from ancient divine iron, a piece of Divine Parasol Tree wood that had burned for untold tens of thousands of years crackled crisply.
Brewing in the pot was Nine Revolutions Bodhi Divine Tea, enough to drive countless Earthly Sovereigns and even Heavenly Sovereigns throughout the Great Thousand World mad with desire.
Yet this peerless divine treasure, a single sip of which could defy heaven and change one's fate, was merely a drink to moisten their