"Hestia, where are you, my dearest little Hestia..."
A slightly hoarse cry, appearing behind Hestia, it was his grandmother's voice.
In Hestia's life, Grandma was the only one who possessed warmth. Hestia's muscles twitched, forcing himself not to turn around.
He knew that his grandmother had already passed away the day before he joined the Church of Glory, and could not possibly appear here.
Something was luring him to turn around, wanting to devour him!
"This place is quite interesting."
Wen Wen, who was secretly watching, clicked his tongue in amazement.
He found that his prying was weakened to a certain extent. He could only see boundless darkness, unable to lock onto Hestia's position, nor could he descend to Hestia's side using the chains.
"As expected of the Silent Abyss, it truly has some tricks. But why did that voice only call out once and then stop? It's too unprofessional."
Wen Wen pouted, then showed an evil smile and whispered into Hestia's ear through the chain.
"Hestia, your smile right now is truly beautiful."
Upon hearing this, Hestia's veins bulged, and his power spread outwards wildly.
His mouth had been cut open by Wen Wen, leaving him only able to maintain that terrifying smile. It was all Wen Wen's fault.
"You're anxious, you're anxious! Hahaha," Wen Wen said shamelessly.
Hestia forcibly calmed himself. Since the thing behind him could mimic his grandmother's voice, it could naturally mimic Wen Wen's voice as well. As long as he didn't turn around, that thing posed no threat to him.
Wen Wen continued his taunts, "Why don't you dare to turn around? Did you get a stiff neck, you coward."
"The old woman who was talking to you just now is in my hands. If you turn around, I'll let her go, how about that?"
"Never mind, I'll tell you the truth. Actually, I am really Wen Wen, and I'm just talking to you for fun."
"You're too much of a coward..."
Wen Wen babbled incessantly, making Hestia furious, burning with rage, unable to quell his anger, his anger evident on his face, rage...
In short, no matter how angry Hestia was, he didn't dare to retort or turn around to look. Hence, Wen Wen was thoroughly enjoying himself.
When Hestia felt his feet on solid ground, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Wen Wen also stopped talking and took a sip of soda to moisten his throat.
What appeared before Hestia's eyes was a narrow, underground cave. Inside the cave, clusters of pale blue crystals grew, providing the necessary light.
After a hundred meters, there was an ancient stone door. Beyond the stone door should be the meeting location.
Hestia looked behind him with lingering fear, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
The people who were supposed to attend the meeting with him might have all been wiped out. The terrifying interference along the way was not something everyone could withstand.
He was the most cold-blooded and powerful among them, and he had almost fallen. The others were even less capable.
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Hestia saw his colleagues happily emerging from the darkness, one by one.
Well... compared to Hestia's murderous expression, these people were quite happy.
"With your abilities, how could you have come out so easily?" Hestia asked with anger. His smiling face made his anger even more terrifying.
The others were stunned for a moment. Was there any danger here?
Didn't they just call out at the beginning? If they didn't respond, everything was fine.
What had Hestia encountered to be so agitated?
Seeing how fierce his expression was, they dared not speak, nor did they dare to ask.
...
Wen Wen tried it out. In this cave, he could vaguely see and hear the content of the meeting, but he couldn't interfere with the meeting using Hestia's body, nor could he bring people to destroy the meeting using the chains.
No wonder the Night Knight said this meeting could not be interfered with. Wen Wen, relying on the containment facility, could only do this much. The other Cataclysmic-level individuals from the Hunter Association were even more powerless.
After Hestia and the others entered the stone door, they found a vast conference room behind it.
Within the Silent Abyss, bubble spaces did not last long. They should not have had time to construct anything here, so this conference room should be a construction-type containment item.
Except for the Church of Glory, all other parties had already arrived at this meeting. As Hestia and the others entered, they were met with a round of boos.
Organizations that once held the same stance as the Hunter Association secretly attending such a meeting was a great irony.
"We were all here early, and you arrived last. Are you disrespecting us?" a man sitting on the left said sarcastically.
This man wore a strange robe, and his hair writhed irregularly. He was the current leader of the Blasphemous Blood, Fu Yin, the Blood Corruptor whom Wen Wen had tricked before.
After the two Cataclysmic-level individuals of the Blasphemous Blood were killed, the remaining scattered remnants gathered, and Fu Yin became the leader of the Blasphemous Blood.
With the current strength of the Blasphemous Blood, only the leader personally attending could garner some attention.
"We are all comrades from now on, there's no need to argue over such trivial matters."
Seated at the head of the table was a professor from the Truth Society. This professor wore glasses and had a refined and gentle demeanor, appearing much smarter than the one Wen Wen had captured.
Wen Wen shook his head in disappointment. He had been hoping this professor would give the Church of Glory some trouble.
For example, asking them what car they drove, and if it was a Santana, they should be kicked out... Unfortunately, this classic scene did not occur.
Then, Wen Wen began to observe the secret organizations attending the meeting.
Besides the host, the Truth Society, and the three large organizations of the Church of Glory, Blasphemous Blood, and Eye of the Abyss, there were other secret organizations present.
The representative of the thirteen clans of the Blood race was an elegant old man with graying hair, an old powerhouse much stronger than Iliyat.
A gentleman with oil paint on his face sat on the right side of the table. He was the representative of the Silver Brotherhood.
The Silver Brotherhood was also a large secret organization. Its strength was originally inferior to the Blasphemous Blood, but now it could look down on the Blasphemous Blood.
Grendy, the Whispering Clown whom Wen Wen had encountered before, was a member of the Silver Brotherhood.
The Silver Brotherhood did not believe in the gods of the inner world. Their philosophy was to make superhumans the rulers of the world and ordinary people their slaves.
The underwater city of Oye also sent an envoy, a fellow with a red pointed head, who looked somewhat terrifying.
A fellow wrapped in bandages, emitting a faint rotten smell, was the envoy from the Ghost City of Fengdu.
A person wearing a white headscarf, concealing their face, was a desert bandit from the Efir region...
There were also over twenty small secret organizations whose strongest members were only at the True Order realm. So many rats hiding in the shadows gathered together, forming a formidable force.