Countless people discussed it, and the major factions immediately issued missions. They all hoped their disciples would join the expedition. Whether they lived or died, their factions would earn merit—and if any disciple rose to prominence through this war, so much the better.
War was a gamble: staking your life on a chance at the future.
In the Eastern Region, Wu Jie wore a bitter expression. "Do I really have to go? People will die. Great Dream Heaven has never been one to charge into the thick of battle."
Wu Cheng sighed. "This is the only way for you to unlock your power. I saw that Lu Yin, and frankly, I wouldn't dare speak to him."
"But we're Great Dream Heaven!"
"We still wouldn't stand a chance against a single sword strike from Lu Yin."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Absolutely. Wu Jie, the Fifth Night Pillar is your only destination. Go."
Also in the Eastern Region, Mr. Yi Bai gazed south. "The Fifth Night Pillar? It's time to repay my debt." As he spoke, he took out a Spirit Seed.
Spring and Autumn Jian had been destroyed, but the disciples who hadn't attacked Lu Yin were still alive. Mr. Yi Bai had survived too, and because of his past conduct, he had been given a powerful Spirit Seed.
He had intended to die as an ordinary man and had no plans to use the Spirit Seed. But now he hoped to atone. Spring and Autumn Jian's destruction hadn't erased their sins.
Spring and Autumn Jian had plundered so many Spirit Seeds that he couldn't live with himself. Dying on the battlefield was the best fate he could hope for.
In the Northern Region, beneath the Mother Tree, Lang Ru Yu clung to it with all his might. "I'm not