After a few hours, the Grand Ball was full, with beings still arriving from all corners of Reality Nine.
The grand floating venue buzzed with restrained energy.
Guests moved between the elegant tables, sampling rare delicacies and fine wines while soft music played in the background.
Some were clearly enjoying themselves — laughing, dancing in the open spaces, and admiring the breathtaking architecture and the view of the stronghold below.
Others, however, kept their expressions guarded. Small groups formed in corners, speaking in low voices as they speculated about the true purpose of the event.
A group of high-ranking cultivators from a well-known sect whispered among themselves.
"This can't just be a celebration," one murmured.
"I don't buy that a faction which wiped out a top ten sect is here just to play nice... So why invite us all?"
Another nodded, eyes scanning the raised dais where the Pantheon sat.
