Since that was the case, who could guarantee that within the Immortal Origin Land—coveted and fought over by countless factions—there would be no other Great Experts of the immortal path capable of seeing through his little tricks?
What Luo Zishi wanted to do would have been utterly terrifying in any corner of this world.
Without knowing anything, without anything having happened, one would inexplicably march toward destruction because of the backlash plotted by an immortal cultivator skilled in the Dao of Karma...
No one could permit such a thing to happen.
Even if the Iron Sword Alliance or Myriad Beast Mountain perished because of Luo Zishi's Boundary River Plan, should the truth behind it become known to others, Mystic Mechanism Palace would have only one fate: to be besieged by all.
The ones falling now were the Iron Sword Alliance and Myriad Beast Mountain.
Then would the next one to fall be themselves?
Such suspicion and panic would inevitably spread among those immortal cultivation factions that knew the truth.
Just as had been said before, what Luo Zishi wanted to do was exceedingly terrifying.
Luo Zishi truly was gambling.
Gambling on his own arrogance.
He had stubbornly believed that his plan was flawless, that even after the Iron Sword Alliance and Myriad Beast Mountain were both destroyed because of it, no one would ever think that everything happening behind the scenes had anything to do with Mystic Mechanism Palace.
Yet all of it had been utterly shattered the instant the youth before him spoke the two words, "Boundary River."
"...So, what does Your Excellency mean?"
Luo Zishi spoke after a moment of silence.
He had no other road left to choose.
"I know what Mystic Mechanism Palace is currently facing... The threats from the Iron Sword Alliance and Myriad Beast