Second floor of the attic.
Snow and ice swirled.
Her Majesty the Empress had already risen from the throne, her palm resting on the Spirit Crystal Ball... The moment the great explosion erupted, she wanted to set off, yet she was pulled back by another "summon," unable to leave.
At this moment in the attic, there was more than one divine thought intertwined.
The image in the Crystal Ball was no longer the Duolu River.
But an endless, dark [Deep Sea].
The highest council meeting, neither early nor late, was initiated at this precise moment... This was a privilege possessed only by the seven "Divine Thrones" who held the fire seeds. As the supreme leaders of humanity's hope, their spirits had long spread with the diffusion of the [Deep Sea] across the entire Five Continents; to start a mental conference only took an instant, a signal.
