Though the lighting in this great hall was not particularly dim, neither was it very bright, giving one the feeling that light and shadow shifted without end.
If anyone followed the dragon roars and looked up, they would discover dragon shadows constantly swimming across the ceiling of the palace, some swift and some slow.
Each of these dragon shadows measured dozens of zhang in length. Their forms were not especially distinct, nor did golden light flash from their bodies.
There were only two colors among all the darting dragon shadows: black and red. Black or red mist continuously emanated from the black and red scales covering their bodies.
As the mist was stirred by the dragons' enormous bodies, it churned endlessly through the air. It was as though black and red clouds shrouded the upper reaches of the hall, filling those within with a mysterious, oppressive sensation...
This was the sect grounds of the renowned Yin-Yang Chaos Sect of the cultivation world, and this hall was merely one side hall within the vast sect.
At this moment, six Fusion Realm cultivators sat within the hall. The six came from six different branch pavilions of the sect, though these were not all of the Yin-Yang Chaos Sect's branch pavilions.
It was simply that the matter they discussed today had nothing to do with certain pavilions. The "Wuhua Pavilion," responsible for purchasing and distributing raw materials, and the "Kaitian Pavilion," focused on pill refinement and artifact forging, would not be attending.
The six sat in two rows, while the central seat at the head remained empty.
Though the six pavilions differed in overall strength, none of these elders or deputy pavilion masters believed anyone present was qualified to sit above the others.
The strongest person present this time was merely a deputy