"Quick, seal the mountain gates. For the next ten million years, we shall hide from the world and not emerge."
The middle-aged man dropped heavily into the chair behind him and spoke slowly. After saying those words, he let his head hang weakly, as though that single sentence had drained every last bit of strength from his body.
The sect had suffered grievous damage. This time, it might take a million years—or even ten million years—to recover. This grand era no longer had a place for them.
Now, they could only hope the Stowaways would win—that in the contest between those Golden Immortal mighty figures, their side would emerge victorious.
Otherwise, none of them would escape the reckoning to come.
This was the price. This was the price of joining forces to besiege an invincible one. Once they lost, the invincible one would rise completely, and they would no longer have the strength to resist him.
Once the invincible one's reckoning arrived, not a single one of them would get away.
He would wipe them out and use their resources to compensate the factions that had helped him in the past.
That was what every invincible one would do. This was the so-called reckoning, as well as a massive reshuffling of powers.
The grand eras of the past had been driven forward by the Heavenly Dao. But now that an invincible one had appeared in the Demon Domain, once he gained momentum, the grand era of the Demon Domain would be that invincible one himself.
The grand era came crashing in like a surging flood. Even Golden Immortals would have to spill their blood beneath it, let alone a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal like him.
Before a true grand era, no matter how strong an individual might be, they would