Duobao's expression shifted slightly when he heard this, and he pressed:
"How many of our fellow disciples in the Heavenly Court have returned? Have all of them come back?"
Saint Mother Jin Ling hesitated briefly, then added, "Not all of them.
There are still a dozen or so fellow disciples who insist on remaining in the Heavenly Court, saying that Great Emperor Gouchen's Mansion must maintain its daily operations and cannot be left without anyone in charge.
In this battle, our Jie Sect's myriad immortals are all marching out, and with Master holding the fort, the Zhuxian and Myriad Immortals formations possess boundless might. Every advantage lies with us. We are sure to strike like thunder, swift battle, swift victory.
In my view, those fellow disciples have grown too comfortable in the Heavenly Court. I fear their thoughts have already begun to drift, and their sense of belonging to the sect is no longer as pure as it was in the past."
A general who considered defeat before he considered victory could fight a hundred battles without peril.
Duobao Daoist presided over the inner sect of the Jie Sect and had maneuvered for years against the Literary Sect in the struggle over preaching the Dao. How could he not understand this principle?
Throwing the full strength of the sect into battle seemed like victory was already in their grasp, with absolutely no possibility of failure.
But how perilous was the Investiture Cataclysm?
Opposite them, the Chan Sect likewise had a Saint holding the fort, and the Literary Sect was watching like a tiger eyeing its prey.
Could they truly "win perfectly" with ease, as Jin Ling had said?
If some unforeseeable, tremendous change occurred, and many fell, while the Investiture of the Gods List practiced "selective admission," the losses might