Inside the vast hall of the Mirror World Tower, a heavy silence filled the air like a thick fog. The ceiling was so high that it could not be seen clearly, and faint lights floated in the air like slow moving stars. Ancient symbols and formation patterns were carved into the floor, walls, and pillars, and they emitted a dim golden glow that made the entire place look sacred and mysterious.
Several figures were seated in different directions of the hall, each sitting on a large stone seat that looked ancient and powerful. Their bodies did not release any visible pressure, but the surrounding air trembled slightly as if unable to endure their presence. Their auras were far stronger than Heavenly Immortals, and even a Heavenly Immortal would feel suffocated if standing here.
One of the figures slowly spoke in a calm and deep voice. His name was Mo Yuntian, and his eyes shone like cold stars in the dark sky. He said, "The situation has already gone beyond our expectations and control."
