Ye Chen followed behind Pangu and Nuwa and flew into the sky. Before he got close to the vast energy, he saw the strange young man in black. Ye Chen's pupils contracted slightly, and he felt as if a cold wind was blowing through his body. The hair on his back stood up like a hedgehog, and his heartbeat sped up.
Pangu's eyes were full of shock, but he quickly recovered. He flew up and stood in front of the young man in black. He bowed respectfully and asked, "May I know who you are …"
The black-clothed young man in mink fur glanced at him with his cold eyes. His feather-like black eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied. He didn't say anything. He just raised his hand and gently wiped his forehead. Ten strings sounded in an instant. From the first sound, the pitch suddenly increased. It was like climbing up a steep cliff, and it quickly sounded ten times in a row.
Hearing these ten chimes, Pangu's expression changed instantly. His pupils contracted slightly, and his expression was filled with indescribable shock and surprise. When he came back to his senses, he hurriedly lowered his head, and his slightly trembling voice was filled with indescribable respect. "The leader of the spiritual civilization, Pangu, greets the Spiritual Master of the Ten Pavilions!"
"Mm."
The young man in black responded faintly with his nose, and then glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "Now that the world is in chaos and the 'MS' plan has been activated, the entire world will be plunged into misery and suffering. I'm closer to here, so I came in advance to help the clan survive this disaster. The rest will come soon."
Pangu was overjoyed and asked excitedly, "The rest of the ancestors will come?"
"Mm."
The young man in black responded with his nose, and then waved his hand and said calmly, "Take me to see the strength of your upper echelons."
"Okay, okay!"
Pangu hurriedly accepted the order and made a "please" gesture. Then, he turned around and ran towards Ye Chen and the others. He hastily ordered Nuwa, "Go and summon the high-level members of the clan. Everyone must be present!"
Nuwa looked at the pitch-black figure in the sky, and her misty eyes became a little fiery and bright. She hurriedly nodded seriously, turned around, and ran into the distance. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared without a trace.
"Ye Chen."
Pangu turned around and looked at the confused Ye Chen. "Go to the meeting hall and wait. We'll come later."
Ye Chen hesitated and asked, "Ancestor, may I know who this person is?"
"You'll know later. Go first." Pangu waved his hand and said quickly.
Ye Chen looked at his solemn and anxious expression, and knew that this matter was of great importance. So, he didn't ask any more questions, and quickly turned around and returned to the clan's meeting hall. As soon as he entered, he saw that the entire meeting hall was empty. There were guards standing on both sides of the hall, and sharp swords hung from their waists.
Ye Chen chose a seat and sat down casually. He recalled the "Ten Pavilions Enlightened Master" that Pangu mentioned. He thought of the cold, noble, and cold aura of that person, and couldn't help but frown. "This person's aura has completely surpassed Pangu's and the ten Hall Masters'. Could this person be the one who created the Origin Lotus Throne of Creation that gave birth to Pangu's ancestor?"
While Ye Chen was deep in thought, the sound of something breaking through the air suddenly came from outside. Ye Chen turned his head and saw several figures descending from the sky and landing outside the Assembly Hall. They walked in groups of twos and threes while chatting with each other.
When they saw Ye Chen sitting at the head of the table, they were somewhat surprised. Their voices quieted down and they each took a seat below. There was a bold, chubby middle-aged man in a well-ironed suit and bright red tie. He smiled warmly and amiably as he approached Ye Chen. His eyes were filled with anticipation and respect. He whispered, "Your Excellency Emperor Ye, may I know why Her Majesty Nuwa has summoned us here in such a hurry?"
Ye Chen recognized this man as the Minister of Commerce. He had no interest in speaking and only replied with three words, "I don't know."
The chubby middle-aged man was rebuffed, but his smile was not awkward at all. He accepted this answer naturally, as if this was the answer he had been waiting for. He returned to his seat with a relaxed expression and a smile. He gazed at the azure sky outside the meeting hall, a hint of melancholy on his face.
At this time, even more people appeared in the distant sky. They were like small black dots that rapidly expanded and landed outside the meeting hall. They quickly walked in, including Ye Chen's friend Shaohao, Emperor Yao, Emperor Shun, and the rest of the five emperors. The last to enter were Fuxi and the Yellow Emperor.
As soon as they appeared outside the meeting hall, the whispers of the crowd instantly disappeared, as if they had been cut off by a pair of scissors. Then, everyone turned to look at the two stalwart and tall men, who walked in under the illumination of the slanted light on the door. The two men had completely different temperaments. The Yellow Emperor had a natural imperial aura, luxurious and elegant, with a scholarly air. However, his eyebrows were like blades, filled with battle intent, like an overlord!
Fuxi, on the other hand, was dressed in simple cotton clothes. He was tall and sturdy, like a man from the mountains. However, under his handsome eyebrows, his long and narrow eyes shone with a deep light, as if he had seen through everything in the world. They carried a hint of sadness and melancholy.
After these two men walked in, they sat on the left and right of the three seats at the top, leaving the middle seat empty. At this time, the light outside the door was blocked by three shadows. Everyone turned to look and saw Nuwa walk in gracefully. The light shone on her snow-white skin, making it sparkle.
She gently stepped over the threshold and turned her head back to make a subtle gesture of "please". Everyone couldn't help but follow her gaze and look outside the door. They saw a figure slowly walk in under the faint seven-colored halo of light. It was a man dressed in black with a mink fur coat. His exposed chest was full and strong, and his deep silhouette and tall nose bridge carried a cold handsomeness. His sharp chin was slightly raised, and his long and narrow eyes carried a hint of indifference and unruliness.
Looking at his feet stepping over the threshold, everyone had a suffocating feeling that made their hair stand on end. It was as if the person walking towards them was not a human, but a ferocious monster. The natural oppressive aura from his body made them feel as if their bones were about to shatter.
The meeting hall was completely silent. Only the young man in black with a mink fur coat walked toward the top seat without looking sideways. Along the way, he passed by the left side of the meeting table. Everyone who passed by him felt as if their blood vessels were about to explode, and their breathing became rapid uncontrollably.
When the young man in black with a mink fur coat walked to the front of the seat, the dragon-wood chair was pulled back by an invisible force. He casually and naturally sat down. His cold eyes carried a hint of unruliness as he looked at everyone present.
The atmosphere in the meeting hall seemed to be frozen by ice. Everyone felt their breathing become rapid, and they couldn't breathe smoothly. They wanted to leave this oppressive space immediately, but their bodies were sitting on the chairs, unable to move at all.
With a smile on her lips, Nuwa walked to the side of the young man in black with a mink fur coat. Her clear and gentle voice was like a warm spring breeze, gently brushing everyone's hearts. "Everyone, this is our new leader. You can call him 'Spiritual Master of Ten Pavilions'. The future development of our race will be completely handed over to Spiritual Master of Ten Pavilions. Everyone, stand up and salute the Spiritual Master of Ten Pavilions!"
Everyone's heart trembled, and they subconsciously turned to look at Pangu who was beside them.
Pangu smiled and nodded to everyone. "Nuwa is right. Everyone, salute him. The Spiritual Master of Ten Pavilions is the ancestor of our race, and his seniority is higher than mine. Now that the world is in chaos, I no longer have the power to preside over the entire spiritual civilization. Now that the Spiritual Master of Ten Pavilions is willing to come forward, it's a joyous occasion for our entire race!"
Everyone in the hall was slightly shocked. They didn't expect that the young man in black with a mink fur coat in front of them was actually higher in seniority than Pangu. Wasn't Pangu the founder of the spiritual civilization?
Everyone felt that things weren't as simple as they seemed on the surface. It seemed that a huge secret was about to be revealed in front of them.
None of them were ignorant people. On the contrary, their minds moved faster than anyone else's. Therefore, while they were thinking, they stood up respectfully with a smile on their faces. They turned 90 degrees to the side, straightened their bodies, and saluted the young man in black with mink fur!
This included Ye Chen, Fuxi, and the others. Although Ye Chen was shocked, he vaguely guessed something when he saw Nuwa and Pangu's expressions and was mentally prepared.
On the other hand, Fuxi and the Yellow Emperor were both shocked. They turned to look at Nuwa, only to see her signal with her eyes to quickly salute. Immediately, they suppressed their doubts and stood up to salute.
"Mm." The young man in black with a mink fur coat made a slight sound with his nose and said indifferently, "Sit down."
Everyone hurriedly pulled out chairs and sat down obediently.
The young man in black with a mink fur coat glanced at everyone and then turned to look at Nuwa beside him. He frowned and said, "Under your management, the race has only produced these few capable people?"
Nuwa blushed and lowered her head in shame. "Reporting to Daoist Master Ten Pavilions, there are many civilizations in the Ancient World. The various powers are tangled up and the resources are divided by other powers. We can only get a little, so …" Her voice became softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
Pangu, who was beside him, coughed awkwardly and said, "Daoist Master Ten Pavilions, give me some time. I'll distribute the resources in the race. I'll definitely be able to cultivate more Emperor Gods."
"There's no need."
Daoist Master Ten Pavilions waved his hand impatiently. "Emperor Gods won't even be ants in the upcoming battle. No matter how many we cultivate, they'll still be trash. Now, it looks like I'll have to do it myself. You've been here for so long, so you should know which place has the most resources in the Ancient World, right?"
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[One more update. Old Gu, hurry up. I have to go back to my hometown tomorrow to get a new identity card. I'll have to take a 12-hour train ride. Damn, the updates will be irregular in the next few days. I can't even guarantee that there will be a break in the updates. Sigh, it's so painful.
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