At those words, Nalan Lingxiao's and Yang Qinghe's pupils abruptly contracted, and their expressions grew even graver.
Even Young Heavens would die in battle!
Just how dangerous would such a battlefield be?
"That's one of the worse scenarios. Things won't reach that point anytime soon. Young Heavens are the precious darlings of their respective factions. They won't let them perish," Dao Wushuang said with a smile.
The death of a Young Heaven meant the death of hope, meant countless epochs of a faction's painstaking efforts flowing down the drain. Who could accept that?
Moreover, if one fell at an enemy's hands, reviving them would require not only bearing the karma of a Young Heaven, but also bowing to the enemy's whims.
The great figures on the other side would never permit such a thing.
Thus, not dying was the best outcome. It spared everyone the trouble.
"If that's only one of the worse scenarios, what's the worst?" Nalan Lingxiao asked.
"The worst won't happen for now," Old Lu said.
"The worst would mean laying all their cards on the table. Neither the Beyond-Realm Lands nor the Forbidden Land will take things that far so soon," Dao Wushuang said.
"It seems Wushuang and the ancestor know some deeper secrets." Nalan Lingxiao nodded. As long as the worst wouldn't happen, that was enough.
"Should we notify the various factions first? Give them a chance to brace themselves?" Yang Qinghe asked.
"In terms of time, the factions no longer have any time to prepare. This came so suddenly that even we can only brace ourselves for now. Whatever other preparations we can make will be limited," Dao Wushuang said.
"The karma surrounding the Beyond-Realm Lands and the Forbidden Land is too immense. At most, only the progenitor-level figures of the various factions are