The Celestial Tribunal—Great Hall.

The Tribunal Venerable sat high on his golden throne, his face as dark as a storm about to break.

He released no pressure.

Even so, the air in the hall had gone rigid, so heavy it was hard to breathe.

In the center of the hall, more than a dozen celestial cultivators knelt.

Their clothes were torn, their bodies covered in wounds.

They were the ones who had fled from Thunderpeak.