Leon had lost track of how many days had passed since he had been locked inside the underground chamber.There was no sunlight in the Citadel Sect's tunnel, no window to tell him whether it was morning or night. The only light came from the faint blue crystals embedded in the stone walls, and even those seemed to grow dimmer as his strength continued to disappear.He had refused every meal the disciples brought him.Not because he wanted to die. He simply refused to give the master the satisfaction of watching him submit.His body had already become painfully weak. The spiritual energy that once flowed naturally through his meridians was completely gone, leaving him unable to even defend himself properly. His lips were dry, his clothes were covered in dust, and his long hair had fallen messily around his face.The heavy iron door suddenly opened.Leon slowly raised his head.The master walked into the chamber. Two disciples followed behind him, carrying a tray of food.Leon glanced at

The Elders Pavilion had remained unusually quiet for most of the evening. The ancient hall was illuminated by several spiritual lamps hanging from the high wooden ceiling, casting a warm golden glow over the long table where the elders had gathered. None of them spoke at first. They simply sat in silence, their expressions carrying the weight of the decision they had been discussing for years.At the head of the table sat the oldest elder, his long white beard resting against his dark robe. His fingers tapped slowly against the polished wood as he looked around at the others."The time has finally come," he said.Several elders exchanged glances."The Grandmaster has revealed himself to the hidden worlds. He has already sent a warning to every sect, clan, and supernatural race. That means he has accepted that hiding his identity is no longer an option."An elderly woman sitting beside him nodded slowly. "And the corpse qi has returned to the human world. If what we have heard is true,