Chapter 1107
Tu Shan Jun's gaze was profound as he said in a deep voice, "I will command the central army."
Tai Jing had not expected the Myriad Dharma Sect to place such immense pressure on his senior brother.
He felt that, given the Underworld's current momentum, in another one or two hundred years, second-step Spirit Transformations would erupt in great numbers.
By then, even if the third step remained difficult to attain, many Saints would emerge, replacing the Saints of those lesser clans as the Underworld's backbone.
If they sent troops now, they could indeed march south along the Nether River and conquer along its course.
But with their backbone so weak, even if they seized the territory, there would be no one to hold it. They would still have to use the original people.
Most of those people would not submit. If cultivators from the ten clans took the chance to unite, the Underworld would surely suffer a crushing defeat.
"Build high walls, stockpile grain, and bide your time before claiming the throne..."
Tai Jing froze.
Tu Shan Jun smiled. His hoarse voice drifted over. "How could I possibly fail to understand the reasoning behind that?"
For a moment, Tai Jing could not make out what Tu Shan Jun meant.
He could not help looking toward Wu Rong beside him.
A trace of helplessness appeared on Wu Rong's face as he sighed. "Eastern Peak thinks we are content to remain tucked away in one corner and do nothing. This so-called marriage bestowal also requires us to display the corresponding strength."
"Myriad Dharma believes we have touched upon their Great Dao, while Eastern Peak is urging us to act quickly."
"I can only lean toward Eastern Peak."
To reap benefits from both sides required sufficient strength. Clearly, the Underworld