At the very center of the Dongling Immortal Pool's Heavenly Realm stood an immortal palace wrapped in drifting clouds.0

This was the secluded cultivation ground of the sect master, Sacred Emperor Tian Yuan. He rarely showed himself, and most affairs of the sect were handled by the eight Hall Masters. Only matters that could shake the foundation of the sect would bring him out in person.0

Events such as the Northern Barbarian invasion and the attack on Dongxian River had kept him far from peace in recent months.0

Before long, under the guidance of three Hall Masters, Ling Feng entered a grand and imposing hall.0

At the very front stood a gray-robed man before the sect master's throne. His aura had returned to its simplest state....0