Blood River Realm, Blood River Sect.
Blood River Hall. Shangguan Sheng sat in the seat of honor, his expression grave.
Li Xuewei and Liu Feng stood to one side, their faces solemn.
"Shen Long was that powerful? Even Hong Feng and Thunder Venerable joining forces were no match for them?"
Shangguan Sheng asked in surprise.
"That's right. We just don't know whether the Thousand Spirits Sect will come after us. Even the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect was wiped out. Who knows whether it was at the Thousand Spirits Sect's instigation."
Li Xuewei's face was full of worry.
"We have no direct conflict of interest with the Thousand Spirits Sect. I don't believe Shen Long would be foolish enough to make enemies everywhere. Send someone to contact the Thousand Spirits Sect. Tell them we are willing to help encircle and suppress the remnants of the three major clans, and hope they agree."
Shangguan Sheng instructed.
"Senior Brother Shangguan, there's no need for us to get involved, is there? Some Mahayana cultivators from the three major clans are still at large. If they make a comeback someday, we'll be dragged into it."
Li Xuewei asked doubtfully.
"If we don't deal with the remnants of the three major clans, we might end up working with them in the future. Why do you think the Thousand Spirits Sect had its affiliated forces deal with the affiliated forces of the three major clans? This is choosing sides. At a time like this, any faction that chooses neutrality is courting death. The Thousand Spirits Sect is powerful now, so there's nothing wrong with bowing our heads. Shen Long cannot remain in the Lower Realm forever. What we need to consider is ascending to the Immortal Realm. I'm stuck at a bottleneck and plan to travel abroad,