Fang Mo stood atop the main platform, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings as he took in the entire venue.
His heart stirred slightly. Seven super sects, thirty-three first-rate sects, and countless second- and third-rate sects—among the martial cultivators gathered here, even the weakest were in the Transcendent Realm.
There were over ten thousand in the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, over a thousand True Lords, and more than fifty Heavenly Venerates. And this was not even everyone, merely representatives from each sect. One could well imagine just how formidable the Tianli Sword Domain would be when united.
No wonder they had been able to destroy the Mechanical Empire back then.
If these forces had truly united before, the Mechanical Empire would never have been able to enter the Ancient Realm. It would have been wiped out in the starry sky, and the beast tide would likewise have remained within controllable bounds.
Everyone had fought their own battles, scattering their strength, and that was what had led to the present situation!
If he had not cultivated quickly enough and risen in strength fast enough, then once the Sacred Venerates emerged, the Ancient Realm would likely already have been finished.
Thus, an alliance was imperative. He had to gather every ounce of strength and thoroughly cleanse the Ancient Realm, removing every obstacle before there could be any hope of launching a counterattack.
"Fellow cultivators!"
Fang Mo performed a cultivator's salute and called out in a clear, ringing voice. His voice resounded between heaven and earth like celestial music. Every martial cultivator in the alliance heard it distinctly, as though it were sounding beside their ears, yet it carried none of the soul-shaking, spirit-intimidating force.
In an instant, the entire alliance venue fell silent.
Seeing everyone quiet down, Fang Mo lowered his hand