Pure Yang Palace.
The biting wind and snow high in the sky quietly melted away outside the palace.
Inside the ancient, spacious hall.
Voices clamored.
"What exactly does the Primordial Demon Sect mean by this? Why did they suddenly strike and break Great Qi's formation?"
"Six Spirit Transformation cultivators, and not one escaped!"
"Tens of thousands of cultivators had gathered in Great Qi's capital, and more than half were swallowed up by the Myriad Gods Kingdom... Does the Primordial Demon Sect not know how dangerous the situation is?!"
"To the west, we have the great flood, with Three Continents Cultivators repeatedly violating our prohibitions. To the east, the Myriad Gods Kingdom is readying its horses and sharpening its weapons. To the north, the Primordial Demon Sect's stance remains ambiguous. Sect Master, we must make plans early!"
The cultivators voiced their views, some agitated, others calm.
Shao Yangzi stood at the head of the hall, his expression grave.
Listening to the cultivators below, he knitted his brows slightly and looked toward the Spirit Transformation elders standing not far below him.
At their head stood a clean-shaven man with a fair face, dressed impeccably in moon-white robes.
"Does the Second Elder have any thoughts?"
Shao Yangzi suddenly asked.
As his voice rang out, the hall fell silent.
Everyone turned toward the figure standing at the forefront of the Spirit Transformation elders.
Under everyone's gazes.
The figure remained composed and said calmly:
"Forgive me, Sect Master. I, Xun Fujun, was facing the wall in reflection at the Patriarch Ancestral Shrine until recently. I am unaware of the current situation outside, so I dare not speak rashly."
Shao Yangzi frowned slightly but said nothing.
Among the elders behind Xun Fujun, Third Elder Ren Xiao, clad in a Pitch-Black Robe Artifact, could not help speaking: