A sea of people crowded the front of the Mission Hall.
After the Elder Assembly ended, all the missions were posted and simultaneously distributed to the various grotto-heaven blessed lands, allowing Void Realm cultivators without fixed teams to choose for themselves.
This could be considered a lenient approach.
Otherwise, too much pressure could provoke an unnecessary backlash. Although resistance from Void Realm cultivators would have little impact, with a great war imminent, it was best to maintain as much stability as possible.
However, if they avoided the war and refused to join a team, any team that encountered them would have the right to conscript them.
As Chen Lin watched the streams of Escapist Light landing one after another, a quiet sigh of emotion rose in his heart.
The cultivation world truly never knew peace.
Whether in the Inner World or the Outer World, finding a peaceful, leisurely environment for cultivation was harder than scaling a thousand mountains.
Resources were to blame for all of it.
The strong devoured the weak. Just because you did not cause trouble did not mean others would leave you alone.
Even descendants of powerful factions could not remain uninvolved in a war against an invasion from an Otherworld.
Rogue cultivators had even less chance.
The freer they appeared, the less freedom they actually had.
Every grotto-heaven blessed land in the Void Realm had an owner, making it difficult for rogue cultivators to find a hidden, safe place to settle. Rather than flee, they were better off joining willingly and earning generous rewards.
Chen Lin scanned the crowd but did not see Luo Sanhuai.
He squeezed through the throng and entered the hall.
He immediately spotted Luo Sanhuai standing before a mission board, deep in thought, apparently considering which team to join.
Rather than hurry