In the silent and deep Great Hall, a deathly stillness pervades, chilling winds sweep through, causing the blood-patterned candlesticks' dark green flames to flicker unsteadily.
In the center atop a high platform, a strand of mystical light descends, illuminating several thrones forged from soul-breaking black jade.
The thrones are currently empty, yet they exude an overwhelmingly evil presence, lingering for a long time, instilling an unconscious fear in anyone nearby.
Daoist Monarch Xuan Ming dismissed those accompanying him and ventured alone into the depths of the Great Hall. His aged face, usually tense, showed signs of respect and even slight apprehension as he bowed and clasped his fists toward the throne at the center of the hall.
Buzz!
At that moment, the mystical glow descending from the dome of the hall suddenly intensified. The boundless Primordial Qi in the world seemed to be pulled by a strange Qi mechanism, boiling and frantically converging towards the throne.
