The Eve of the Great Battle

"I told you so, I told you so! That girl was bound to stir up a catastrophe sooner or later!"

Before the Azure Boundary Sect Master could step forward, he was currently in a hidden realm, his divine sense interweaving with the eight other illusory projections.

Hearing this, everyone turned their gazes toward the speaker.

The figure draped in dark red robes retorted angrily, "If you don't have the ability to take on the job, why bother? You hold the Dao Painting but can't use it, yet you refuse to hand it over to us. Now look at the mess—you've completely provoked the Cloud Dream Palace."

The Azure Boundary Sect Master frowned, about to speak.

Unexpectedly, the peach-clad figure beside him seized the initiative.

Despite her gentle, feminine voice, it was laced with merciless mockery: "Listen to yourself—is that even human talk? By your logic, anyone outside the Nine Great Dao Sects shouldn't cultivate at all and should just rely on us. But can we even live up to those expectations? After all this time, aren't we still being suppressed by the Cloud Dream Palace? Isn't it embarrassing?"

The dark red-robed projection choked on his breath, then simply gave up on decorum: "Then what do you suggest we do?! The Cloud Dream Palace has gone mad, all their Painting Realm experts are out, so are we going to intervene or not?!"

At these words, everyone fell silent.

It was indeed an inescapable deadlock.

If they intervened, who knew if that girl would actually be willing to hand over the Dao Painting afterward?

If they didn't, and the Cloud Dream Palace was making such a grand display not just for the Dao Painting, but to seize the opportunity to sever the human race's Dao Foundation, what then?

Such a dilemma undoubtedly