Inside the Great Hall, the fragrance of pills billowed through the air. The elders wore resolute expressions, brimming with confidence, without the slightest hint of fear or unease.
Gui Ying stood in the hall, staring at the scene before him. His pitch-black eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion, and he could not help but feel secretly doubtful.
He had assumed that, as an old-established top force of Chaos, the Dao Alchemy Alliance would surely be cautious and suspicious, deliberate carefully, and subject him to countless rounds of questioning, deduction, and verification.
To that end, he had long prepared a complete set of arguments and evidence regarding the situation. He had even braced himself for several rounds of drawn-out negotiations.
Yet he had never expected that with merely a few casual remarks about the situation and a simple warning of the crisis, these supreme figures who had stood at the pinnacle of Chaos for ages would believe him so readily and agree on the spot.
Gui Ying could not help but grumble inwardly:
Could it be that these alchemy lunatics, who had spent their entire lives buried among pill furnaces and medicinal herbs, had secluded themselves for so long without caring about worldly affairs that they had literally fried their brains? Were they really this naive?
What he did not know was that such seemingly hasty certainty did not stem from ignorance or recklessness, but from the absolute confidence and supreme assurance the Dao Alchemy Alliance had accumulated after taking root in Chaos for ages.
The alchemists of the Dao Alchemy Alliance never took part in the slaughter and conflicts among the myriad worlds, yet they had silently woven an immense web of connections that covered all of Chaos. Their true influence even far surpassed that of the Myriad Worlds