Half a day later
A towering city rising above the sea of the Immortal Alliance Ancestral Star.
As ripples spread through the Subspace, figures emerged from it one after another. Their expressions grave, they hurried toward the Pavilion at the top of the towering city.
In an ancient-style courtyard that seemed to hang in the sky, Feng Weiyi sat cross-legged, his face pale. Beside him, the Nüwa Formation Spirit, newly revived and formed from countless streams of data-like Spiritual Resonance, sat on a swing and watched as figures appeared in the Pavilion.
When the last figure stepped into the Pavilion, all forty-six of the Immortal Alliance's surviving Nascent Soul True Lords had gathered there.
"Ancestor, what happened to you?!"
Sensing the feeble, chaotic aura surrounding Feng Weiyi, as though it were about to go out,
the few Nascent Soul Late Stage True Lords of the Immortal Alliance standing at the front asked with worry written all over their faces. In more than a thousand years, this was the first time they had seen the Ancestor in such a state.
"It's nothing..."
"I called you here today only because there are a few things I need to tell you."
Feng Weiyi waved his hand. Although his current condition looked rather wretched, he had gained an opportunity in that forbidden land.
This was also an opportunity for him.
Without offering much explanation, Feng Weiyi kept it brief. He deliberately concealed his dealings with the Four Realms Merchant Association, then clearly and simply described the war with the Blood River Demon Realm, as well as the great plane fragment that reflected the Immortal Alliance Domain and the Gray Realm of the Outer Domain.
"Foundation Establishment and Golden Core disciples?!"
"Forget the Four Realms Merchant Association, one of the great powers. The Golden Core