"What if he lost?"
"Would he lose?"
"I'm not sure."
The Main Soul answered thus.
He had assessed Wu Rong's strength.
There were also three Three-Flower Dao Lords and one One-Flower Dao Lord soul guarding the banner.
One of them was Yu Ren Feihe, ancestor of the Featherfolk, while another was Ouyang Qiuxian, renowned in his day. All of them were formidable figures.
If their true bodies acted, at the height of their powers, they should have been able to defeat...
The Main Soul gave a slight shake of his head.
Even that could not be determined with certainty.
The ferocious Yan of the Nether Clan had been granted the title Marquis Shadowshaker. He did not look newly advanced, and since he had arrived in the royal city on this day, his strength was perhaps second only to the Dragonfolk among the four Dao Lords.
The Great Dao he cultivated was also unknown.
What if the Emperor forbade Wu Rong from using the Soul Banner's methods, forcing him to rely entirely on his own strength...
The Azure Emperor understood Tu Shan Jun's meaning.
"Losing would be perfectly ordinary."
"A junior crossing an entire major realm—moreover, a realm divided within a single step—would naturally be expected to lose."
Tu Shan Jun pondered for a long while before slowly saying, "It would deal him a heavy blow."
The Azure Emperor laughed heartily and said lightly, "So, you too have cultivated to this point."
"How so?"
"To preserve one's own Dao and make all under heaven believe in it, one needs face. No matter how much is lost, that face must be maintained and not thrown away."
"It used to be called 'incense-fire faith power.' After the War Against Heaven, it was given a new term: 'public trust under heaven.'"
Tu Shan Jun