Chapter 6087

Silence swallowed the grand hall.

The Twelve Elders exchanged glances, each seeing the same shock and dread mirrored in the others’ eyes.

A cultivator from the Lower Realm—new to the Fourteenth Firmament—had stormed a mountain guarded by more than fifty celestials empowered by the Array. He destroyed three altars, killed Venerable Goldcrown and dozens of guards, and still walked away alive.

What kind of nerve did that take?

What kind of power?

Dominic lowered himself back onto the golden throne, the calm he’d worn earlier finally cracking into a dark scowl.

“Goldcrown… served under me for three hundred years.”