"Above, Ming; below, beasts!"
"Above, Ming; below, beasts!"
"Above, Ming; below, beasts!"
A united roar from countless voices. All the light merged into one, its shifts between brightness and darkness perfectly synchronized.
Even the three human avatars felt a hint of pressure.
"Is this... are they going to war?" Hao Chongzhi cried out.
Ke Like hurriedly asked, "Slow down. What exactly is happening?"
"This clan seems to have a rule: whenever nineteen Mahayana cultivators exist at once, they have to go pick a fight with the Zhengming." Wang Qi's expression remained calm. "No idea whether it's to control the population or for some other reason."
Hao Chongzhi pondered, "Why nineteen?"
"Why do humans have five fingers? Why does everyone use decimal notation? Why is there a concept of seven-day weeks? From one to one hundred, which number doesn't have at least a trace of mystical significance?" Wang Qi curled his lip. "What matters most now is figuring out why they fight, and how they fight..."
Bai Jizhen considered this. "Why not ask when they will fight? If I remember correctly, according to our deductions, these Mahayana Ningming should only have lifespans of days to months, right? So..."
"So if my guess is right, they're going to fight today." Wang Qi's mouth twisted downward. "Ugh, how unlucky can this get? Why did they have to go to war at a time like this? Would a little peace kill them?"
Wang Qi genuinely felt that his luck had gone utterly rotten. How should he put it? It was not easy for the Ningming to gather nineteen Mahayana cultivators.
The Ming Clan had yet to display any concept of "longevity." Though unorthodox cultivation advanced with astonishing speed, its certainty in breaking through realms was inferior to the orthodox broad road. And the Ming