At the top of the mountain, there was a palace shaped like a tower, its height pierced the sky and on each side was a giant chain that bound it.
Every moment, it shot out a mighty aura into the sky then fell onto the mountain, causing the trees to dance as if they had gained an epiphany.
There was no doubt that that aura could easily transform a talentless mortal into a genius qualified to become a Divine Emperor.
In a certain room in the palace, gathered seven people, consisting of two young men, three middle-aged men, and two old men.
They all had auras like the ocean, ferocious and terrifying.
Each sat on a chair around a round table.
The most eye-catching of them all was the young man who wore a golden crown and a green robe with a dragon crest.
He had a handsome face that could surely subdue any woman under Immortal.
