In Xian City, all the Xian Clan's eighth-order cultivators gathered in the great hall to discuss how to handle the current situation.
For the first time in all these years, ninth-order races had settled permanently in the Xuanling Domain. There were two of them, no less, and their strongest cultivators had reached the ninth-order mid stage.
This force far surpassed the combined strength the Xuanling Domain had previously possessed. Or rather, any single ninth-order early-stage cultivator from the Bai Clan or Liang Clan could slaughter their way through the entire domain.
The gulf in strength between the races of the Xuanling Domain and the Bai Clan and Liang Clan was vast enough to inspire despair.
Thus, what all the Xian Clan's eighth-order cultivators discussed in the great hall was not how to resist the Bai Clan and Liang Clan. Resistance was simply impossible.
Instead, their discussions focused on how to keep the Xian Clan as safe as possible under these circumstances.
The Xian Clan had experience dealing with ninth-order races, but those had been brief encounters. Previously, ninth-order races had all resided in the core region of the Void Return Realm and seldom appeared in the Xuanling Domain.
Even when they did, it was only cultivators below the ninth order occasionally traveling through the domain. Back then, as long as their demands were satisfied as much as possible, everyone could generally coexist peacefully.
But now that they were all crowded into the Xuanling Domain, merely satisfying their demands would probably not guarantee that everything went smoothly.
In the great hall, all the Xian Clan's eighth-order cultivators wore deeply furrowed brows as they listed every possible situation and devised responses to each one.
Do not strike back when beaten, and do not answer back when cursed. These were the most basic