This stretch of starry sky was shrouded beneath a silent, oppressive, terrifying pressure.
The civilizations subordinate to the World Cluster had betrayed them, just as expected. When the balance of power tilted, there would be no surprises.
That was the nature of nations and civilizations: there was no eternal loyalty or sentiment, only eternal interests.
"This is truly wonderful..."
A trace of uncontrollable brutality surfaced in Jiang Ding's eyes.
This was the realm where the Immortal Sect Home Planet stood.
This was where ten trillion citizens lived. The overwhelming majority among those ten trillion were frail mortals and low-level cultivators. If an External Enemy invaded and broke through the defenses, they would surely die in vast numbers.
Reason told him that such betrayal was the nature of every race and civilization. The Immortal Sect itself was no exception. Civilizations would inevitably pursue the greatest possible benefit; so-called loyalty was merely paint used to cover a peaceful façade. Between civilizations, there existed only politics and interests.
Whether they acknowledged it or not, all civilizations were equal in character. Only political arrangements and Check and Balance could maintain stable political separation.
The Immortal Sect should acknowledge this cold fact of the Endless Starry Sky and seize the greatest benefits for itself.
This was a cold calculation of rational interests.
Yet emotion told the Great Sun Sword Master that every last one of these traitorous beings had to be executed—leaving not even chickens or dogs alive!
Between different civilizations, loyalty was far too illusory. Beyond political arrangements and Check and Balance, there should also be iron-blooded slaughter!
Otherwise, did these Immortal Sects think betrayal was something they could commit whenever they pleased?
The moment their strength changed, they immediately betrayed them. If they failed, they could still be forgiven. Was that right?
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