Less than ten thousand miles from the deep mountains where Fang Xing was hiding, at the edge of the Central Region in the White Emperor City, there was an empty palace where several individuals sat cross-legged. Each of these people exuded extraordinary energy, their levels of cultivation profound, with robes bearing different clan emblems. If anyone recognized them, they would be astonished, for all these individuals were influential figures of various Dao Orthodoxy and well-known clans. Though not the heads of their families, they held positions just below them and enjoyed extraordinary status—each one capable of drawing the gaze of the vast Divine Land upon themselves.
In short, they were renowned figures in the cultivation world of the Divine Land. Yet now they gathered together, with various Magical Treasures and other items laid before them, holding their breath and focusing their spirits, looking solemn as if plotting some grand scheme.
