“Long Chen has come to the Heavenly Desolation Domain!”7

Within a glorious palace, dozens of elders gathered together. At the center of the hall sat a wizened old man, nearly skin and bones. Without that thin layer of skin, his bones seemed like they might collapse.1

Despite his frail appearance, the old man still possessed an imposing bearing, his eyes still bright within their sunken sockets. Occasionally, streaks of lightning flashed deep within them.1

There were four seats in front of him. While everyone else’s seats were silver, these four seats were golden.0

Three of the four golden seats were occupied, while one remained empty. The first seat was taken by a black-haired, middle-aged...1