The heretical conference drew near so the town next to Mount Potala became filled with people and chaos.

Fights and murders happened on a minute basis. This was unavoidable in a gathering of numerous heretics.

The bright lights dazzled while everyone drank in the pavilion. Yuji Lanlan’s topic was only an interlude.

The three realm lords quickly got to the point. An ancestor from Lifeless Realm stood up and poured Feiyun a cup.

A smile appeared on his wrinkly face as he said: “This heretical conference is nothing more than an attempt for Senluo to unite the heretical factions, to appoint a new lord. This role won’t belong to anyone but the heretical king.”

Everyone became serious and stared at Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai, whether purposely or not.

Feiyun had prepared for this before coming,...