Ten Tribulations Miracle, Seven Million Dead, First Dragon Emperor!
These three phrases were linked together.
Behind them all stood one name: Li Tianming.
These three explosive pieces of news swept through the Sun's Myriad Sects, like a calming pill given to every sect and cultivator battered by wind and rain, forming a ray of hope.
Now, the selection of the First Dragon Emperor had concluded, and the fervent cries of over two billion people shook the world!
Next, they only had to wait for these three matters to continue fermenting.
Barring any surprises, Myriad Dragons Sacred Mountain would gradually take in more cultivators from third- and fourth-rate sects. Most of them had already lost their homes, becoming homeless wanderers and fugitives.
"Myriad Dragons Sacred Mountain is their only retreat, and the place where hope can be rekindled."
This was a war that all beastmasters could not afford to lose!
Because if they lost, the beastmasters of the future, suppressed and enslaved, would one day vanish from this Sun. A heritage of millions of years would be reduced to ashes.
For that very reason, the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect did not need to worry about taking in too many infiltrators.
Who was an enemy and who was a friend was obvious at a glance.
Before the battle of Myriad Dragons Sacred Mountain, quite a few sects within the Sun's Myriad Sects had groveled before the Order Celestial Clan. They had not dared to target them or resist them, and some had even, like the Cloudtop Immortal Palace, worked for the Order Celestial Clan for a short time.
Only when the flames of war reached their doorsteps, and the Order Celestial Clan brutally slaughtered their compatriots and brothers, did these people realize that their fawning and lowered heads had earned them only the