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The late Golden Core cultivator nodded. "The Northern Territory was the weakest of the four territories to begin with; it didn't even have a Deity Transformation cultivator. With the Nether Cultivator army pressing down on the border, the Northern Territory's cultivators couldn't even put up a decent resistance. They collapsed at the first touch. Now, the Northern Territory's Yang Cultivators are either dead, or they fled to the Tianlan Region long ago."

The early Golden Core stage cultivator trembled all over. "The four territories... are all gone?"

The late Golden Core cultivator glanced at him and said nothing. But his silence was more powerful than any answer.

Inside the teahouse, there was a deathly stillness.

After a long while, a white-haired Nascent Soul old cultivator sighed and slowly spoke. "This old man has cultivated for nine hundred years, yet never once imagined the Human Race would fall to such a state. The four territories have fallen, and the Tianlan Domain has become the final barrier. If the Tianlan Domain cannot be defended either..."

He did not continue, but everyone knew what he wanted to say.

"That won't happen." Another Nascent Soul Cultivator shook his head, his tone firm. "The Tianlan Domain has Shouxian Pavilion, the nine Holy Lands, and dozens of Spirit Transformation cultivators. The Tianlan Domain is the last territory of our Human Race. Shouxian Pavilion won't let it be lost."

The white-haired old cultivator gave a bitter smile. "Shouxian Pavilion... Shouxian Pavilion can hold the Tianlan Domain, but can Shouxian Pavilion protect the entire Human Race? The Yang Cultivators of the four territories—some died, some fled, and those still alive are only gasping out their last breaths. No matter how strong Shouxian Pavilion is, it cannot save the four territories."

Everyone fell silent.

A middle-aged cultivator lowered his