Grandmaster Xuanlei's voice kept echoing through the sealed great hall, and the atmosphere in the venue was terrifyingly heavy.
After a long while, an elder of Wuxiang Hall, his face as sunken as still water, stood up and said, "According to the Supreme One's meaning, Myriad Manifestations Palace and the Song Clan intend to abandon the borderlands?"
"Fellow Daoist, it is not wrong for you to understand it that way. I once heard a saying.
Preserve the land and lose the people, and both people and land are lost; preserve the people and lose the land, and both people and land remain.
Land without people is not worth a single coin. Now, a single Demonic Calamity has cost nearly a hundred million lives. How many more times can this inch of borderland bear it?
If we do not give it up, are we supposed to sit in this barren cage and wait for death?
So long as we preserve our living strength, the sky is vast and the sea is wide; where can we not go?
Back then, our ancestors had nothing at all, yet they could still take root in this barren barbaric land. We, today, likewise have the ability and courage to begin anew."
Although Song Changsheng had the shallowest seniority among the Nascent Soul True Lords present, he did not speak courteously in the slightest.
As the Southwest Alliance Leader, he indeed had the qualifications to do so.
His will was the will of the billions of humans in the Nine Regions of the Southwest.
In short, it all came down to one sentence: whoever wanted this damned place could have it. The Nine Regions of the Southwest were done serving.
So long as one had strength, one did not have to worry about having no place