Ji An looked at Qin Yan and asked with concern,
"Junior Brother, when you went to the Far North, how did those True Lords respond?"
The Far North was more prosperous than both Southern Continent and Western Continent. With the protection of their mountain-guarding grand formation, they should have been able to hold out for a long time.
However, prolonged defense would inevitably lead to defeat. The best course was to take the initiative and annihilate the Buddhist cultivators' living forces.
"True Monarch Tianshui received me. He said they would closely monitor developments and report the news to True Monarch Xuanfeng."
The disappointment on Qin Yan's face was impossible to conceal. The cultivators of the Far North had no intention of forming an alliance; it seemed they were unwilling to get involved.
True Monarch Xuanfeng was the strongest cultivator in the Far North. He had broken through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage six or seven hundred years ago and normally remained in secluded pure cultivation. Outside cultivators rarely saw him, and no one knew what realm he had reached by now.
Ji An frowned slightly and sighed.
"In recent years, we have soared like luan birds. Perhaps our neighbors have grown wary after seeing us become strong."
The Golden Spirit Sect's influence had already spread into Southern Continent and the Far North. If its power continued to expand, it would eventually directly affect the Far North's interests.
Perhaps, in the hearts of the Far North's True Lords, they wished for the sect and the Buddhist cultivators to wound each other badly. Profit made people instinctively overlook lurking dangers.
Still, the sect did not have deep ties with the powers of other continents. It was only natural for other forces to choose not to help.
But this was now a