Actually, it wasn't just the cultivators from the two sects at Foundation Establishment level who felt panic.
In the Qinghua Sect, within the Assembly Hall of Piaomiao Peak, there was a heavy silence.
Outside the hall, mist surrounded the towering building, making it appear like an island suspended in mid-air. Inside, the flickering candlelights played on the faces of the high-ranking members dressed in purple robes with sect tokens at their waists, casting shifting shadows.
These people were all Master Fake Pill cultivators of the Qinghua Sect, usually lofty within the sect, carrying themselves with the demeanor of a grandmaster. Yet at this moment, faced with the words "Nascent Soul True Monarch," they lost all composure.
The life and death of tens of thousands are decided with a thought by a Nascent Soul True Monarch, and in front of such a person, these Fake Pill cultivators were merely slightly stronger ants.
"Ahem..."
