"Sword Master, the entire Great Xuan Realm is now in chaos.
The struggle among the three forces has made life impossible for the people of Central Earth, with countless lives lost and grievances soaring, lingering without dispersing.
If this continues, it may harm the great fortune of our Human Race."
Dao Alliance, Heavenly Mechanism Hall.
In the vast, pitch-black hall, twelve gold disks engraved with ancient Human Race inscriptions float up and down.
And this is the highest authority organization within the Dao Alliance.
The Twelve Members!
At this moment, nine figures are seated cross-legged on the gold disks, while three disks are empty, their owners either absent or not yet determined.
Sitting on the topmost gold disk, in a plain robe, with white hair and a stern expression, the Qinglian Sword Venerable had his eyes half-closed. After a while, he slowly spoke:
