Time flowed on, and tens of thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye. Even after all that time, Venerable Sword Saint still hadn't allied with Chi Xue and the major factions of the God Realm, nor had he attacked Ling Tian and the others again. This left Po Family Seventeenth Brother and the rest anxious, yet there was nothing they could do. As Chi Xue had said before, the initiative to decide whether to join forces lay with Venerable Sword Saint. All they could do was wait.
It made sense. Chi Xue and the others had no idea where Venerable Sword Saint was, so they couldn't communicate with him, much less discuss an alliance. All they could do was wait for Venerable Sword Saint to contact them and join forces.
"Why won't Venerable Sword Saint ally with us? Based on our earlier analysis, he's already failed twice. And even if he fuses with more golden cores, he may still have no chance of killing Ling Tian and the others—or even destroying the Myriad Sword Demon Extermination Grand Formation. That leaves joining forces with us as his only option." Shi Lin muttered, his voice full of confusion.
"He's only failed twice. Maybe Venerable Sword Saint hasn't lost confidence. After all, someone at his level has a lot of faith in himself. Perhaps he's confident that fusing with a fifth golden core will give him a chance to destroy the formation—not Ling Tian and the others. Once the formation is destroyed, dealing with them will be easy." Chi Xue's tone was calm, without the slightest tremor.
"Exactly." Po Family's Youngest Brother picked up the thread, then changed tack. "But failing three or four times would be different. That would make Venerable Sword Saint realize that fusing with more golden