Heaven-Reaching Pavilion Fixed Point.
At this moment, in the vast conference hall, individuals exuding powerful auras sat solemnly around the round table, brows furrowed with an air of distress. Each person was lost in thought, the atmosphere tense and stagnant.
Every person present hailed from the three major forces and the power of the Immortal Cosmic Country, geniuses with the strength of the Celestial God Realm despite their Demigod Chaos Realm standings, envied by all.
Yet now, these once-proud prodigies had become silent and contemplative, no longer displaying their usual arrogance and dominance.
Clearly, they faced an unprecedented major problem, one of critical importance.
"It's been six days. Does anyone have any leads?" A man in a yellow robe sitting at the head of the table broke the silence.
The atmosphere was disrupted, yet only faint sighs and silent shaking of heads answered him.
A thin man in a red robe sitting nearby opened his eyes: "There's a conclusion."
