The Heavenly Dao Chess Game had drawn to a close.
Yet its outcome satisfied neither side. Silence reigned as they repeatedly replayed the match within their spirit souls, searching for every possible way the other side might have interfered with the karmic chess game.
There had still been some gains.
"Yuan, you should make more concessions!"
A Great Power of the Myriad Beast Immortal Sect, a wild-looking man, spoke bluntly. "Our greatest loss is merely one mortal body. In six or seven thousand years, even if that Poison of Law Annihilation is dreadful and harms some spirit souls, we will recover without loss in ten thousand years at most."
"But you—you all—will die."
His tone was frigid as he looked at Shenji, Wanji, and the hundreds of millions of cultivators in the Immortal Sect Fleet. His words carried an icy threat.
"We do not fear death."
Yuan replied calmly.
"You do not fear death?"
"What grand words!"
"Of all living beings beneath heaven, from ants and mortal men below to true immortals standing high above, imperishable through countless tribulations—who dares claim not to fear death?"
"If you do not fear death, then why not go die at once?!"
The Great Power of the Myriad Beast Immortal Sect sneered. "And even if you do not fear death, do these hundreds of millions of Military Formation Cultivators not fear death either? There is no need to use such lies to intimidate us."
"At worst, we fight one battle and grant you death."
The Cosmic Starry Sky fell silent for a moment.
"Indeed, you have a point."
After thinking for a moment, Yuan nodded. "But I still will not yield, nor will the citizens."
"We fear death."
"But countless lessons from history tell us that concessions cannot buy peace. Only war, only a