Although Meng Zhao's words were unpleasant to hear, they were the plain truth. Without absolute martial force, even great and small factions were as fragile as bubbles, bursting at the slightest poke—let alone an individual.
The Purple Lightning Saber Lord also agreed with Meng Zhao. A troublesome Emperor, a great upheaval in an imperial dynasty, a great transformation in the martial arts of the Divine Land—layered together, they truly left the world swaying in wind and rain. Though the Divine Saber Hall was strong, it might not necessarily weather this calamity unscathed.
Moreover, according to the Purple Lightning Saber Lord's own understanding, opinions within the Divine Saber Hall were far from unified. On the contrary, there were many disputes.
When hearts were not united, even the greatest power, once scattered, would be weakened and thus unable to protect itself.
He nodded and said,
"Indeed. Though the Divine Saber Hall is a Sacred Land of martial arts with deep foundations, it may not necessarily survive the coming great calamity unscathed.
"But when the time comes, if even the Divine Saber Hall cannot withstand that calamity, how many people in this world will be able to?"
Meng Zhao smiled and took the initiative to say,
"It is a very simple principle. Individual strength is insignificant, while collective strength is powerful.
"In Ancient Times, the Xuanyuan Human Sovereign comprehended the power of gathering the masses. Only then did he utterly defeat Chiyou and ascend to the throne of Human Sovereign and Heavenly Emperor.
"My idea is to establish an organization centered on martial artists of high realms and high standing. At the very least, they must be Great Grandmasters. We would connect everyone, gather our strength, accumulate our foundations, and enhance our ability to withstand risks."
The Purple Lightning Saber Lord was startled.