"Brother Black Tortoise, a thousand years ago..."
"Brother Black Tortoise, a hundred thousand years ago..."
"Brother Black Tortoise..."
One Immortal Cult Great Power after another spoke—some humbly pleaded, some argued with righteous solemnity, and some coldly demanded it outright, not even bothering with an excuse.
Their terms were perfectly uniform: three Minor Worlds for each Immortal Cult.
Not one more, not one less.
What that implied was something no one dared ponder too deeply.
"You..."
"You're all very good!"
The Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace Great Power was beside himself with rage. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, pointed shakily at the seven men, and roared, "Heavenly Secrets!"
"You sanctimonious old bastard!"
"Just now, who was saying the Immortal Cults lacked unity? Who was saying we were unwilling to fight to the death? And who was sighing that iron had failed to become steel?"
"Haha!"
"And in the blink of an eye, this is what you pull on me?"
"Are you starting an internal war now?"
"Utterly shameless!"
"Shameless beyond all measure!"
"Brother Black Tortoise, you are mistaken."
Heavenly Secrets Daoist remained unprovoked and said calmly, "Were these three realms not seized by your Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace from my hands twenty-two hundred years ago? At the time, I was weaker than you and had no reinforcements beyond, so there was nothing I could do."
"Now, they are merely returning to their rightful owner."
"There is no such thing as seizing through trickery and force."
The Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace Great Power was left speechless.
It was indeed the truth.
At its peak, the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace had dominated forty-one Minor Worlds, vastly surpassing the other Immortal Cults.
Where had they come from?
They had been seized from the other Seven Great Immortal Sects, from the Eastern Extreme