She was right.
She was a clever woman.
She had not made a fearless sacrifice. She had used her own life for Windlistener Pavilion, for the Myriad Sects...
The five million people who had rushed into the flames like moths had ignited the fury of every second-rate sect in the Myriad Sects.
Originally, making all the second-rate sects retreat had been an impossible task. Yet now, Windlistener Pavilion had used everything it had to make its comrades, hearts and guts torn asunder, choose the only rational path.
The sect masters of one second-rate force after another agreed to Li Tianming's plan.
On continents without first-rate powers, every second-rate force was a mainstay.
The withdrawal of the five sects across the three continents of the Three Heavens Territory meant the fall of the Three Heavens Territory. If all the second-rate sects withdrew now, it would mean that two-thirds of the Myriad Sects had fallen outright!
The remaining third was the territory of the first-rate sects.
For survival, for the sake of staying alive, directly giving up two-thirds of their territory—such decisiveness was truly like a strong man cutting off his own wrist.
If a gecko did not sever its tail, it would lose its life.
"Windlistener Pavilion, with its resolve and grandeur, has told all its compatriots that leaving is the only path to survival."
Abandon illusions!
Abandon illusions!
For everyone forced to part with their homeland, this was unbearably difficult.
Yet Li Tianming was telling them in the most urgent terms that there was no other choice.
And so, the greatest exodus in the history of the Land of Order began.
From the Sun's center to the south of the Sun!
Meanwhile, the northern army of flame god-consciousness wielders swept forward across level ground, devouring ten thousand miles like a