The old Emperor leaned back in a chair his servants had prepared, complete with shade from the sun.
Over the course of the past few days, all of the leaders and representatives of the many sects stayed in the valley where the spatial crack that led into the Mystic Realm lay dormant.
Those like Long Chen's group and Xue Dao stayed relatively still, usually in meditation as they waited. Those like Mo Ling Gu on the other hand paced around repeatedly.
This was because upon entering the Mystic Realm, their life tablets for the disciples dimmed. This caused a great uproar for a moment, though the Emperor explained that this was due to the realm's restrictions.
After this, everyone pretty much settled down, though the Sea King seemed especially restless. The elders of the many races he had brought along repeatedly walked up to him and whispered incoherent words.
