In the Moonshade Realm, Council Hall, Alaric's face looked terrible.
"The scout came back with a report. At least 30 factions have already sent people." He handed the intelligence over to Jared. "The Celestial Tribunal, the demon Shadow Hall, the beast-race Skywolf Tribe, the human Wandering Cultivators Alliance... big factions, small factions. They all came."
Jared took the report, glanced over it, and said nothing.
"Officially, they're here to investigate why the Pyre Chasm went out. But in truth..." Alaric ground his teeth. "They're here to snatch things. The rocks inside the Pyre Chasm were scorched by heavenfire for tens of thousands of years. They've already turned into extremely rare emberstone crystals. Those crystals hold fire-aspect spiritual power. For anyone cultivating a fire technique, they're priceless."
He pushed to his feet and started pacing across the Council Hall. The more he walked, the faster his steps became.
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