Chapter 158: The Weight of the Sect

BOOOOOOM!

The massive gates of the Grand Concourse were violently blown inward by a shockwave of pure spiritual pressure. The heavy metal groaned and buckled as a torrential gale of Qi swept through the hall, extinguishing dozens of floating spirit-lanterns in an instant.

Every cultivator present, from the lowest Qi Condensation servant to the highest Core Formation sect master, felt a suffocating weight press down upon their chests. The air grew thick and stagnant, charged with the crackling scent of an impending storm.

From the darkened threshold stepped an elderly man.