Liu Yuan's decision left everyone silent.
They were unwilling to accept it, but they all knew it was the most sensible choice for now.
"Yes."
They answered in unison.
Divine Luo Domain, the Realm Lord's Hall.
The seven lords of the great domains, figures who normally stood above all others, had gathered once more through avatars formed from their Divine Sense.
The atmosphere in the hall was even more oppressive than last time.
"Well? Still nothing?" The short-tempered Chaotic Ancient Demon Venerable spoke first, his voice rumbling like muffled thunder.
"Nothing."
Xuan He shook his head, exhaustion written across his face.
"Those rats might as well have vanished into thin air. Not a single raid has occurred anywhere in the star domain over the past hundred years."
"It's the same on my end," Nether Emperor said hoarsely.
"The Northern Cold Immortal Court has found nothing either."
The trusted aides behind the seven domain lords gave their reports in turn.
Every report said the same thing.
The group from Flowing Light Domain had disappeared without a trace.
"Hmph. Those cowards realized we were serious and got too scared to show their faces?" Chaotic Ancient Demon Venerable scoffed.
"I'm afraid it isn't that simple."
Xuanji, who had remained silent until now, spoke slowly.
"They aren't afraid to show themselves. They're waiting."
"Waiting for us to let down our guard, for us to withdraw this Heavenly Net and Earthly Web. Then they'll come back."
Xuanji's words silenced everyone.
They all knew he was right.
"Then what are we supposed to do?" Irritation flashed in Demon Emperor's eyes. "Keep this up forever?"
"No." Xuanji shook his head firmly. "Patrols on this scale consume too much. Even the Seven Great Domains can't sustain them for long."
"Besides, we can't let this battle for Fortune