Saint Burial Realm.
Conferred Pagoda.
At this moment, the atmosphere within the Main Hall of the Conferred Pagoda was so heavy it felt as though the gravity itself had been multiplied ten-fold.
This hall, a masterpiece of architectural arrogance, was built from ancient stones that whispered the history of the Saint Burial Realm's subjugation.
Now, that history was about to witness a new, terrifying chapter.
All Seven Great Elders, the pillars of power who held the fate of millions in their hands, were lined up with military precision.
Among them, Shangguan Mu'er stood with her head bowed, her bluish-silver hair shimmering like moonlight against the polished floor.
Beside them were the high-ranking deacons, sect protectors, and the crème de la crème of the younger generation.
Ling Luochen, positioned among the elite disciples, felt her heart hammering against her ribs.
