"I think that by now, everyone should be very clear about one thing."
"That is, Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion's actions are steadily picking up pace."
"The tide is about to turn completely in their favor."
"That is already plain for all to see."
"Faced with one defeat after another on the battlefield, even those who once believed in us are now filled with doubt and worry."
"If we still do not join forces against the enemy, if we still cannot produce any real victories—never mind whether others believe our group can win, even we ourselves will be thoroughly shaken."
"When that happens, there will be only one thing we can do: immediately withdraw from here, abandon all our current territory, spend hundreds or thousands of years fleeing toward more distant Domains, and become a pack of homeless dogs—"
The speaker was a rather handsome human male cultivator—or rather, a human cultivator with a trace of foreign blood.
In fact.
It was precisely because several races' bloodlines flowed within him.
That, despite his strength being far from the greatest among those present, he could be the first to stand forth and speak.
After all, although the strong were revered in this world, when no one possessed strength sufficient to utterly crush the others, everyone still had to consider matters from every angle.
And once he finished his opening remarks.
Another participant in the meeting immediately spoke up anxiously from nearby.
"There is another very important matter you did not mention."
"That is, even now, as large numbers of factions willingly submit to Ling Wuyuan."
"He must have already gained control of an enormously vast amount of resources."
"An astronomical quantity of resources that even if we join forces, we would find difficult to match."
"And those resources will undoubtedly propel