The twenty-seven peaks of the Daoist palace no longer trembled.
Because by Dao Kuang's side, there now stood twenty-seven elderly Daoist sages, their expressions extremely grave.
The last time they had appeared was due to the visitation of the Divine Emperor's phantom.
This time they had appeared because the Nine States had thrice requested Xie Tian's intervention.
They dared not imagine that such extraordinary events, unprecedented in ancient or modern times, would happen after the opening of the battlefield of the geniuses.
Especially after comparing these events with Tian Xin's immense Golden Line of destiny, a thought so terrifying, yet so unbelievable, rose in their minds.
"What constitution does Hu Lai exactly possess?"
This question did not belong exclusively to the Daoist palace's immortals but to the entire cultivation world of the Nine States. Among them, only one and a half individuals knew the answer.
