Zhan Tian slowly stood up.
As he rose, a powerful pressure appeared out of thin air in the grand hall.
Even Ji Ze, who was already at the Peak of Seventh Layer of Dao Realm, changed his expression drastically under this pressure.
"Let the old ghost come out; this matter is beyond your decision."
Though Zhan Tian's voice was not loud, it carried supreme authority. Ji Ze wanted to refute, but was horrified to find that he couldn't even open his mouth.
Deep within the island, in the pavilion, the Great Elder in the copper coffin sighed.
The happenings in the grand hall were clear to him.
"An old pile of bones, still have to come out to meet guests!"
His shriveled hands slowly lifted, resting on the sides of the copper coffin. With a slight exertion, his body slowly sat up.
"Huff, huff..."
Breathing heavily, "About to die, getting up is such an effort."
He shook his head in self-mockery, then a spiritual power emerged from his sea of consciousness.
"Buzz!"
