The powerhouses of the Celestial Favored Clan had ultimately gathered to hold a meeting.
That sounded rather absurd. They had no way to sit together. Even if the Dragon Emperor, Yue Luo Yun Sheng, coiled his body, he could easily flatten a small nation. The Ant Queen's entire body spread across the heavens and earth; even a planet's surface might not hold her. The Yun Shen powerhouses were also enormous in size.
By comparison, the Floating Clan, with a radius of only around twenty meters, truly counted as quite petite.
At most, they could bring their heads together, then use their abilities of precognition to exchange intelligence, contend with one another, and repeatedly revise history within futures ordinary people could not see.
This was merely the process of reaching a consensus. The histories involved were ones only they themselves could perceive, and the powers involved belonged only to each other.
Under such circumstances, this "game" did not require them to fight.
Though occasionally, words were still needed as an aid.
"I think we dragons are getting the short end of the stick." The Dragon Emperor stated his position. "Look at this. We only just learned of the maze and have not explored it at all—you even captured my dependents, causing their civilization to collapse. And now I am supposed to help you guard this place. Is that really reasonable?"
"But you have needs of your own," Yun Shen Zhenzong said.
The attitudes of several Celestial Favored Clans, such as the Yun Shen, Floating Clan, Feng Shen, and Xian Xiao, were clear. They obviously did not wish to expend their clan's strength here in a fight to the death against the Silent Immortals—although the Celestial Favored Clans had more clan strength than they could ever use up.
They refused to let