The possibility of the Eight Great Immortal Sects launching an all-out expedition was rising wildly.
Void Refinement meant an Immortal Sect.
Once a Void Refinement Great Power made up their mind, there could not possibly be any opposing voices throughout the entire Immortal Sect.
Even "united as one" would be an understatement. No matter how powerful the Horned Demon Tribe was, even if there were figures above Void Refinement among them, those eight madmen might charge out regardless of everything, without retreating a single step.
Because they were going to die!
Their lives had reached their final stretch. With only six or seven thousand years left to live, they had all gone half-mad.
"Damn it!"
"These bastards!"
Jiang Ding cursed under his breath. "This kind of mad behavior could draw enemies far beyond this realm. The Immortal Sect may be dragged down by these lunatics and forced into a war certain to end in death."
"The alien races beyond the realm will not distinguish between the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Immortal Sect."
"Why can't they wait until someone from the Immortal Sect breaks through to Void Refinement before starting a war?"
Jiang Ding felt deeply uneasy.
In the view of him and many Deity Transformation Heavenly Monarchs, the best course was to locate the spatial node of the Jiao Ming Domain, seal it, set up a sixth-rank top-grade explosive formation in advance, and then send people to cautiously investigate intelligence from beyond the realm.
If they could win, they would fight. If they could not, they would retreat and decisively blow up the spatial node.
That was the rational course of action.
Yet judging by the Eight Great Immortal Sects' frenzied state, reason simply did not exist. So long as they saw someone, they would charge out to