The atmosphere within the Immortal Dynasty's grand hall was tense, a palpable energy crackling between the leaders as they convened. Tang Qian, her presence commanding and serene, stood at the head of the table, her eyes scanning the gathered faces with a mixture of determination and concern. Beside her, Hai Ri, his expression a mask of steely resolve, leaned forward, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished surface.

Zunjie, seated across from them, shifted uncomfortably. The weight of his knowledge about the Sea of Calamity and the Deep Sea Sect pressed heavily upon him. He had been reluctant to attend this meeting, knowing the gravity of what he had to share, but Luo Qingyi's insistence had left him little choice. The stakes were too high, and the potential consequences too dire to ignore.

"The Deep Sea Sect is not to be underestimated," Zunjie began, his voice low but firm. "Their leader possesses strength unlike any we've encountered before. The Sea of Calamity itself is a testament to their power, a realm where even the most formidable cultivators tread carefully."

Tang Qian nodded, her expression thoughtful. "We must prepare for the worst. The Great Lord's return has already set events in motion, and the Deep Sea Sect's wrath is not something we can afford to provoke lightly."