True Monarch Hongyue pondered seriously. Tens of thousands of years ago, a stone monkey had inflicted an indelible wound upon the East Sea cultivation world. Since then, the Eastern Sea sects had begun their decline.
As the beast tides continued to erupt, each generation of sects had proved weaker than the last.
That alone would have been one thing, but the True Lords of many sects lacked strategic vision. They only wanted to take advantage without paying a price. Such a way of dealing with the world was far too petty.
Still, he understood that becoming a Central Continent power was no easy task. The spheres of influence had long since been carved up.
True Monarch Hongyue felt they could actively take part in the Dao-Buddhist conflict and thereby earn the recognition of other powers for the Hanhai Sect.
True Monarch Canglong raised a hand and gently pressed it down, saying,
"There are many problems. We will resolve them one by one."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried authority and inspired trust. The clamor in the great hall immediately died down.
"Let us first discuss the distribution of troop deployments. Does anyone have a proposal?"
The strength of each sect differed. It was unrealistic to demand that they dispatch the same number and level of cultivators as the other great sects.
Suppose a sect had only one Nascent Soul cultivator. If they were made to send out their sole remaining True Lord, only for that person to perish in the war, how would that differ from a calamity that wiped out the sect?
Then again, asking the great sects to dispatch even more high-level cultivators would also meet with their resistance.
They had to negotiate a plan acceptable to every faction. This issue was the foundation of everything;