Wind and Rain Are Coming

Divine Firmament Gang Law Dao, Floating Spirit Island.

All cultivators of Nascent Soul level and above from the East Sea had come here. The scope of its impact was simply too vast; with the Spirit Stone Crisis sweeping across the entire East Sea Cultivation World, not a single sect could remain untouched.

Even Nascent Soul Cultivators who had been grievously wounded in the war against the Hell Ten Paths, their faces still deathly pale and their auras unstable, had appeared here.

At This Moment, beside a Green Lotus Pond, dozens of True Lords had taken their seats one after another. Divine senses continuously exchanged in midair as all manner of information and intelligence passed back and forth.

"Damn it! I said from the very beginning that that rogue cultivator named Lin Chen was up to no good! There was definitely something fishy about the Spirit Puppet Method he spread, but none of you listened. And now look what's happened—how are we supposed to clean up this mess?!"

"Is that so? You mentioned it? Then why do I recall that when it came time to harvest Spirit Stones from those ants, you didn't so much as fart a word? Your faction received the greatest share of the advance stipends, gorging yourselves until you were dripping with grease. What, now that something has gone wrong, you want to shove off responsibility? Do you take This Old Man for a fool?!"

"Enough. Those ants are merely making trouble—just suppress them. Even when those lowborn peasants in Mortal Dynasties riot, they never become a great threat, let alone in a world where Great Power Belongs to Oneself. If those ants dare resist, kill them all!"

"Kill them all? Then who will grow our spirit herbs, mine our ores, and go out to fight our