At this moment!
Inside the grand hall, one of the Female Cultivators seated upon a throne, her aura cold and clear like a frosty moon, let out a soft sigh. "Which of those Nascent Soul Cultivators from the top sects does not possess a few great divine abilities kept hidden up their sleeves? When those of the same rank contend, our chances of victory are slim to begin with. Let alone the fact that, even if we succeeded by sheer luck, once the old monsters within their sects used treasures and secret arts such as Soul Lamps to guide their souls, hunting the murderer across tens of thousands of miles without rest until one side died—how many could bear the consequences? Trying to plot for inheritances from them is truly too faint a hope, nearly a dead end."
"Isn't that exactly so?" Qingxu, the gaunt old man in azure robes, also sighed. "This Old Daoist had long since become disheartened. I only wished to return to my mountain gate, instruct the younger generation, and peacefully pass through the little lifespan I had left. Never did I expect the heavens to take pity on us and let us live to see the day this senior emerged!"
At this moment.
A Nascent Soul old man seated in the corner, who had remained taciturn all along and whose aura seemed somewhat unsteady, flashed a deep worry in his eyes. He slowly spoke, his voice hoarse. "What you Fellow Daoists say is indeed reasonable. With an opportunity before us, we truly should fight with all our might. It is only... that this old man still has one concern. Could that senior also be like the Spirit Transformation Venerables from the days when the three great alliances still existed—recruiting talent from all directions, yet keeping