Fang Mo stood on the main dais, his gaze sweeping across his surroundings and taking in the entire assembly.
He felt a tremor of awe. Seven super sects, thirty-three first-tier sects, and countless second- and third-tier sects had gathered here. Even the weakest martial artist present was in the Transcendent Realm.
There were over ten thousand Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivators, over a thousand True Lords, and more than fifty Heavenly Venerates. And this was not even their full strength—only representatives of the various sects. One could imagine how powerful the Tianli Sword Domain would be if it united.
No wonder they had managed to destroy the Mechanical Empire back then.
If these factions had truly united earlier, the Mechanical Empire would never have entered the Ancient Realm. They would have destroyed it out among the stars, and the Beast Tide outbreaks would likewise have remained under control.
They had ended up in this predicament only because everyone fought their own battles, scattering their strength!
If he had not cultivated fast enough and grown sufficiently powerful, the Ancient Realm would probably have been finished the moment the Holy Venerable appeared.
Thus, an alliance was imperative. He had to concentrate all their strength, cleanse the Ancient Realm completely, and eliminate every obstacle. Only then would a counterattack become possible.
"Fellow cultivators!"
Fang Mo offered a cultivator's salute and called out clearly. His voice reverberated between heaven and earth like a celestial proclamation. Every martial artist at the alliance assembly heard it distinctly, as though it sounded right beside their ears, yet it carried no force that shook the soul or cowed the spirit.
In an instant, the entire assembly fell silent.
Seeing everyone quiet down, Fang Mo lowered his hands and continued in a ringing voice, "Evil beings have descended, and