The Sacred Defilement Realm.
Inside an ancient palace built specifically for the Sacred Defilement Realm's deliberations.
The daylight was dim, and green smoke curled upward.
Rows of memorial tablets stood on tiered offering tables, piled like mountains.
Tributes and an incense burner were placed before every tablet.
These tablets occupied most of the palace, leaving only about a quarter of its space empty.
And now even that space was crowded with people, whispering among themselves or arguing and cursing at one another as though no one else were present. Despite their lowered voices, it was still rather noisy.
Gan Xiong rubbed his brow. In front of outsiders, he had always been unfathomable, but facing the young and old of his realm now, he looked unusually irritated.
At last, the surrounding clamor provoked him beyond endurance. Furious, he slammed the desk beside him, making the entire palace shudder with a boom!
The whole palace instantly fell silent!
Everyone stared at Gan Xiong in surprise.
Still dissatisfied, Gan Xiong glared around at everyone, his gray-white eyebrows bristling, and thundered:
"Arguing, arguing, arguing!"
"All you know how to do is argue!"
"A little quarrel every three days, a big one every two!"
"Then argue your way to some answers! Have you managed that?"
"The Jade Pot Realm issued us an ultimatum, and before its people have even arrived, you've already thrown yourselves into chaos!"
"What? Are you all afraid of that bastard Changying?"
At Gan Xiong's words, some cultivators below immediately perked up, while others frowned deeply. Rather than fearing his anger, they earnestly tried to persuade him:
"World Lord, this isn't a question of fear. Let's be honest: the Jade Pot Realm has absorbed the Twin Body Realm. With the Twin Body Realm's fearlessness in the face of death and the vast