A secluded and isolated virtual hall manifested out of thin air.
Inside the hall, the light and shadows fluctuated, with silhouettes exuding powerful auras standing, at the very least Saints.
Furthermore, three figures with expansive auras, whose pressure enveloped the hall, sat there, all of Ancestral God level.
Buzz——!!
The void suddenly twisted in layers, ripples spreading, as an elderly yet upright figure walked calmly from a temporal rift.
The elder's white robes, stained with the scars of time, his hair frost white, he restrained the vast pressure of a Late-stage Ancestral God.
"Grand Elder!"
"You're back!"
"Has the matter of the warzone application been accomplished?"
All the powerful beings in the hall lifted their gazes, eyes full of intense anticipation and unease, hearts hanging in suspense.
Opening an exclusive battle zone was their hope for resurgence post the downfall of their tribe.
