The Tribunal Venerable's hidden chamber for seclusion lay in the deepest part of the great hall, sealed behind seven layers of ancient wards.
The walls of the hidden chamber had been forged from meteoric iron, and every surface was covered in the celestials' highest sigils. At the center of the hidden chamber stood a stone dais. A complicated ritual array had been carved into its surface. It was the celestials' oldest summoning art, one that could call down the phantom of a powerhouse from the Upper Realm into the Lower Realm.
The Tribunal Venerable had never used this summoning art before.
The price was too steep. One summoning would burn away a full hundred years of his cultivation. And even then, there was no guarantee the summoned powerhouse would answer.
The powerhouses of the Upper Realm all stood with their eyes above the heavens. Who would bother with a call from the Lower Realm?
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