In the Immortal Skills Hall of the eastern Devilbirds, the unique properties of the bone cauldron made it impossible for anyone to know what was happening inside it. But they could see the cauldron vibrating. The nine-colored flames indicated that the refinement process had already started.

Previously, the grand elder had held the upper hand. But not now, and the immortal adepts who had sided with him were now very anxious as they cast glances at the emissary from the first mountain.

Young Lord Yun in his fancy robe was also nervous about how things would turn out. He knew about the conflict between Sir Blood Dust and Yue Dong, and was aware that the former was intent on killing the latter. That said, what Sir Blood Dust had said just now was good for Yue Dong. For now, all he could do was place all his hope in Sir Blood Dust.

The emissaries from the other mountains said nothing. They just looked at Xu Qing and the first emissary. Of the two of them, one had risen to prominence recently, and was about as famous as you could get, while the other was a very senior figure with a good reputation.

Of course, the Imperial Sovereigns who backed those two, the tenth and first, were much the same. In other words, whoever came out on top of this clash would make the final decision.