"Great Yang True Monarch was severely injured? Is that news true?"
Song Changsheng's eyes lit up. The higher one's cultivation realm, the greater the impact of injuries.
After reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, battles were fought with the power of Grand Dao Laws. There was practically no such thing as a minor injury. After all, with a Nascent Soul True Lord's terrifying recovery ability, lighter internal and external injuries would likely heal on their own before the battle even ended.
Once injuries were mentioned, they were heavy wounds—injuries that required at least decades, or even centuries, of secluded cultivation to heal.
The higher one's realm, the less readily one fought others unless forced to do so or absolutely certain of crushing victory. The price was simply too great to bear.
Still as a mountain when unmoved, thunderous when in motion—this was the truest depiction of how high-realm cultivators fought.
No matter whom Great Yang True Monarch had fought to suffer such severe injuries, the Eastern Heaven Cultivation World being left leaderless was already an established fact. For the Song Clan, this was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity to accelerate their infiltration.
Not much time had passed since the Eastern Heaven Chen Clan had been wiped out. This so-called alliance possessed no cohesion whatsoever; it was entirely held down by Great Yang True Monarch, a True Lord-level powerhouse.
Great Yang True Monarch himself was a loose cultivator. Aside from several disciples, he had no reliable inner circle to employ. If a clan or sect matching his strength had supported him, the Eastern Heaven Cultivation World would never have ended up as the scattered, disunited alliance it was today.
When he was at the peak of his strength, those beneath him had naturally been respectful and obedient.
Now that he was severely injured