The Saintess of the Dao Sect was analyzing the situation with genuine seriousness. It was hard to imagine that such a peerless fairy could also be so crafty. She had even produced two Tokens that seemed capable of linking the Black Shrine and the Light Altar. Clearly, she was tempted to put the plan into motion.

These two organizations were unfathomably profound. It was impossible for Chu Feng and the others not to pay close attention—and feel wary. That single Black-clothed Person alone was already terrifyingly powerful, and he was merely the weakest among the twelve divine sons of his generation in the Black Shrine. If a true expert made a move, Chu Feng would surely die. Such an assassination would be nearly impossible to avoid. It was simply too horrifying.

Chu Feng needed time to grow; he could not afford to expend vast amounts of energy playing a game of wits against them. Moreover, assassinating those emperors from beyond the domain and striking at the Desolate Lands families would actually make things safer for him, reducing the threats he faced.

“It is indeed feasible,” Chu Feng nodded. He stepped forward and finally entered the hall. The instant he crossed the threshold, he fell silent, stunned by what lay before him.