"Aether?" Michael's face darkened sharply at the mention of the name.
"Michael, you will come with me to the center of Sun Moon Lake. The others will surround the valley. Don't let even a mouse escape!" Oswin's command rang out with unyielding authority.
"Yes!" His subordinates echoed in unison.
That night, the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets mobilized their full might.
One by one, powerful cultivators emerged from the shadows, converging toward Sun Moon Lake.
Soon after, Oswin and Michael arrived at the now-dried lakebed.
Beneath the barren expanse lay the massive stone slab, its formation flickering weakly—a remnant of dormant power waiting to be awakened.
On the shore stood figures from the three great aristocratic families.
The head of the Silkrain family frowned deeply, clearly unfamiliar with the secrets beneath the lake.
The awe-inspiring aura radiating from the slab was unlike any ordinary formation—it bore the signature of an immortal-level formation.
