"So, we've become watchdogs?"
Wang Wu was equally stunned. What was going on with those Twelve Grand Unity? Still, they should wait a little longer. Maybe they would return someday?
"We think they won't be coming back."
The Four Clowns suddenly spoke. "After studying this for some time, we've instead come to feel that the Fire Realm is more full of life. Though that place is bizarre, if we had to make an analogy, our Great Cultivation World is like a rich mine that has already been exhausted. It was once immensely wealthy, but now it has basically been mined dry. No matter how hard one tries, it is difficult to squeeze out enough oil and water. It may be enough to maintain daily needs, but taking another step forward is practically impossible."
"But the Fire Realm is like virgin land that has yet to be formally developed, with vast potential. So tell me honestly: if you were those Grand Unity, which would you choose? Have you ever considered the possibility that the Twenty-Four Solar Terms might decline, might run dry? What would happen then?"
The Four Clowns' words made Wang Wu sink into deep thought. But then he saw Su Rong step out from the crowd and call aloud, "Senior Yinyuan, Senior Mountain Sea, and all the seniors present—when your names shook the Cultivation World, I had not even been born. Logically speaking, I am not qualified to say anything in the current situation, but please hear me out."
"My Xuantian Sect has three Grand Unity. I truly received no instructions whatsoever from those elders of my sect beforehand. But there is one matter I feel I must make clear to you all: before this battle, the three Grand Unity of my Xuantian Sect selected thirty million mortals and