As the ten-thousand-year deadline drew near, the cultivators from Chi Xue and the other faction grew restless. Especially after sensing Venerable Sword Saint's power, Young Master Joyful and the others proposed marching straight to the edge of the God Realm's Northern Region and searching it inch by inch to destroy Ling Tian and the others' secret Teleportation Formations. That way, Ling Tian and his companions would have nowhere to flee a day sooner and could be killed. Chi Xue, however, stopped them, leaving Young Master Joyful and the others baffled.
"Why not?" Po Family Seventeenth Brother asked in confusion.
"Because Ling Tian and the others will definitely attack us, and when we face them, we'll inevitably suffer casualties. Some of us who've fused with powerful Ancient Divine Beasts might even die." Po Family's Youngest Brother explained on his behalf. As he spoke, he looked around at everyone. "Venerable Sword Saint hasn't made a move yet, so Ling Tian and the others can attack without restraint. They should also know this is their last chance to strike at us, so they'll definitely go all out. Feng Lingzi and the Young Leader might even join them. With so many people attacking us, the chances of suffering casualties will be even higher."
"Exactly." Po Di picked up the thread. "Ling Tian and the others should know that once Venerable Sword Saint attacks them, they'll have no chance at all. Before that happens, they'll naturally attack us at any cost. Maybe they'll lash out just to vent their frustration, or maybe they'll fight like cornered beasts. Either way, we'll suffer heavy casualties, and that's the last thing we want."
At these words, everyone fell silent. They knew that after ten thousand years, their cultivators who had fused with powerful Ancient Divine Beasts were still