Handling it impartially!

The Zhong gang sect.

Inheritance Palace.

Above the vast sea of blood, thousands of life soul lamps burned quietly.

A lamp for the weak was like a bean, while the strong was like the sun in the sky. They were at different heights, suspended far and near, like a vast Galaxy, and also like a boundless sea of light.

The palace was extremely deep and dark, with no end in sight.

The dozen or so portraits were suspended in the air. They were vivid and lifelike, but only their outlines were blurry.

A throne made up of countless resentful faces was suspended in the air. The figure on the throne was blurry and could only be vaguely perceived. He was resting with his eyes closed, and the aura around him was like the sea of stars, unpredictable.

Many Grand elders stood below the blood throne, including Si Hong hanrong.

A moment later, su dai brought su Lijing in and bowed to Zhi Xue."Ancestral master, the sovereign has arrived."