An old man was lying on a large bed adorned with gold and jewels. It was quite difficult to guess his true age. His dry, brittle skin looked so fragile as if it would break apart with a breeze, and his hair was flaky without any oil. His thin limbs could not support his body and his breathing was irregular, threatening to cease any second.

He was dying.

"Mir."

"Yes, Grand Master."

A man of sturdy build carefully helped the old man up.

Flash!

'Um…..'

'What kind of eyes…..'

'Is this truly the eyes of a dying man?'

The people who stood in front of the bed flinched and trembled. However, it was not due to their weakness. They were no ordinary people.

Three Magic Towers

Five Martial Arts Houses

The Seven Families

It was no exaggeration to say that all of the powerful representatives of Another Plane, the other side of the world, were gathered in this place.

In addition.

The head figures of each country, dictators who received enthusiastic support and blood-boiling resentment at the same time, a world-class tycoon, the head of...