Five Immortals Mountain.
The three words rang out, and in an instant, one could hear a pin drop.
The civil and military officials were uncommonly united in their silence, all too frightened to make a sound.
Some were shocked, some afraid, and some disdainful. Their expressions varied, but no one dared utter another word.
Five Immortals Mountain was no ordinary mountain.
It lay in the Central Lands, hidden from the world. Rumor had it that Immortals lived there, dining on rosy clouds and drinking dew, their mastery of the Great Dao profound, their lives endless and as long as Heaven and Earth.
From the very beginning of his reign, Grand Ancestor had made a pact with Five Immortals Mountain.
Great Tang would suppress the demons and monsters of the mortal realm, while Five Immortals Mountain would live in tranquil seclusion, taking no part in worldly affairs.
Both sides would live in peace, without interference.
But now, Grand Ancestor had been gone for a long time, and the pact was like a candle guttering in the wind, on the verge of going out.
In recent years, demons and monsters had run rampant, and Great Tang had suffered one calamity after another. Yet Five Immortals Mountain had shown not the slightest intention of offering aid.
Now that the enemy was at the gates, to ask them for help would be to invite humiliation, would it not?
And yet Elder Cheng's words were each worth their weight in gold, every one spoken from the heart.
Spirit Mountain was powerful, with countless Demon Emperors. No ordinary force could stand against it.
With Great Tang alone as it was now, even if it gave everything it had, it would be but a cup of water against a burning cart, unable to turn back the tide.