As Ning Fengzhi finished speaking, the representatives of those factions that had accepted their fate and chosen to pledge themselves to Spirit Hall all stepped forward and respectfully called out to Tai Yi:
"We are willing to contribute our share of strength to Spirit Hall and His Holiness the Pope's grand cause."
Naturally, those who did not step forward had their own thoughts.
These few people could be divided into two categories. One category clearly understood that, against the current Spirit Hall, the two great empires were merely meat on the chopping block. There was a chance for them to become sharks and strike back at Spirit Hall, but that chance was practically zero.
Yet they still chose to accept the invitations of the two great empires, especially the Star Luo Empire. The reason was simple: these people were gamblers. Pledging themselves to Spirit Hall offered the greatest chance of victory, but they also knew it would bring the least profit. They might not even recover their initial investment, and when war broke out, they could be sent to the front lines to die.
Choosing the empires, on the other hand, might mean losing everything. But if a miracle happened and they succeeded, the rewards would be immense. Who would not want the merit of supporting a new ruler? As long as their sect's inheritance remained intact, that was enough. So long as they returned and arranged for all the talented disciples in their sects to leave and hide elsewhere, ensuring that their sects would not be wiped out even if they failed, they dared to take part in this venture—one with almost no chance of success, but enormous profits if it did succeed.
The other category pursued something even more unbelievable. They wanted to see a war break out