The trace of rebellious intent in their hearts, that sliver of wishful thinking.
Before the bloody lesson delivered by the Tianyuan Dynasty, it was crushed to pieces.
Fear, like an invisible plague, spread wildly among the upper echelons of these powers.
They could neither eat nor sleep in peace, sitting on pins and needles as they dreaded that they would be the next to be punished.
"Quick, hurry and prepare generous gifts."
"No, bring out the finest treasures from the sect's treasury."
"Send people to the Chaos Sacred Sect at once. No, I will go personally and plead with Sect Master Yang for forgiveness."
"We were wrong. We were truly wrong. We shouldn't have listened to those old fools' instigation."
For a time, the East Continent Central Region was swept by an unprecedented frenzy of "pleading for forgiveness and paying tribute."
The leaders of dozens of powers that had once paid lip service to the Chaos Sacred Sect while acting against it behind the scenes, and had even secretly tripped it up.
At this moment, they were all like startled birds, scrambling to bring the most precious treasures of their respective sects and lineages.
Along with the most humble attitudes, they hurried day and night toward the Chaos Sacred Sect's new headquarters.
They only sought Yang Lingtian's forgiveness. They only sought to preserve their own sects' inheritances.
The sight was truly spectacular.
Countless streaks of light tore across the sky, all heading toward the former Xuanba Sword Sect, now the mountain gate of the Chaos Sacred Sect.
Every power's representative wore panic and unease plainly on their face.
The destruction of the Tianyuan Dynasty was like a sword of Damocles hanging above each and every one of them.
It made them realize with profound clarity that the Chaos Sacred Sect,