In recent years, Qinghe Heaven and Earth's situation had become increasingly difficult to sustain. Under the successive assaults of the three worlds, the losses suffered by Qingming Hetong Heaven's various forces had steadily grown. Moreover, each time, the opposing side's losses were shared among the three heavens and earths, while Qingming Hetong Heaven had to bear its losses alone.
Not to mention the lesser factions and rogue cultivators below, some of whom could no longer endure the steadily rising casualty rate—even within the Eight Great Powers, many voices calling for surrender and peace had emerged. Fortunately, these capitulationists were mostly minor cultivators who had not weathered many great calamities. Not a single one of the high-level Immortal Kings entertained such thoughts. They understood that this great war concerned the rise and fall of their entire heaven and earth. Even if they wished to seek peace, they needed the capital to do so. If they opened the World Passage under such circumstances, they would inevitably be carved up by their opponents. By then, who knew what fraction of Qinghe Heaven and Earth's living beings would survive?
Thus, in this time of turmoil across heaven and earth, the high-level members of the Eight Great Powers became all the more united. No matter how difficult the situation became to maintain, everyone stood united as one and gritted their teeth to hold on.
As the co-lord of this heaven and earth, Qin Huang was also run ragged by the increasingly perilous situation. Even his black hair had gained a few strands of white over the years. During this time, he had exhausted too much Mental Energy and painstakingly contacted Kandu the Sage several times, earnestly requesting that he send personnel to assist.
Yet, the more dire Qingming Hetong Heaven's predicament became, the more Kandu