Outside the grand entrance of the Asura Desolate Realm, the desolate valley remained steeped in tense, suffocating quiet.
Dozens of high-tier spirit vessels, ornate floating carriages, and beast-drawn war chariots hovered above the jagged valleys.
The various sects and imperial delegations had been encamped for well over three days, waiting for the spatial barrier of the realm to weaken so the surviving disciples could be expelled.
Elders from the various empires gathered in loose circles atop the highest crag, exchanging polite pleasantries laced with thinly veiled hostility.
City Lord Wu Shan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his sharp eyes fixed on the shimmering, crimson spatial rift pulsating between two colossal stone spires.
Beside him stood Elder Wu Min of the Crimson Lotus Empire, lazily stroking his flowing white beard while swirling a cup of warmed spiritual wine.
