Faced with the many puzzled, suspicious, and wary looks, Song Zhixing remained calm. He glanced around the room before finally speaking.
"Now that things have come to this, I won't keep certain things from you any longer."
At his words, everyone's expression shifted.
Those gathered in the council hall were either family heads or late-stage Qi Refining Realm cultivators. Every one of them had weathered countless Black Annihilation Wind Disasters and knew the Insect Race inside out.
The New Moon Blessed Land had faced danger before, but never anything like this.
"Do you know the real reason this year's Black Annihilation Wind Disaster came early and the Insect Race grew so much in number?"
"Isn't it because this year brought a bountiful harvest to our world?"
Someone voiced a question.
"Yes and no. Based on past experience, whenever the world enjoys a bountiful harvest, the Insect Race's attacks grow more intense. There's a certain balance between the two, and that balance is, in fact, fortune.
To our world, the Insect Race is an outsider. A True Lord once made a prophecy: the great upheaval three thousand years ago was caused by the Insect Race.
It was after that upheaval that the world gave birth to Spiritual Roots, allowing living beings to establish Blessed Lands.
These Blessed Lands represent our world's fortune.
When Blessed Lands flourish, fortune rises.
But the Insect Race seeks to destroy our world. So whenever fortune rises, they intensify their attacks.
For the past three thousand years, the two sides have maintained a delicate balance."
As they listened to Song Zhixing, many wore unreadable expressions. Such matters were naturally a closely guarded secret to ordinary people, but most of them had learned at least a little of the truth behind the scenes.
What they wanted to know