The older generation of powerhouses merely watched in silence, prepared to give their own lives for one final push to aid their juniors when the crucial moment came.
But the great age was still far from the point where Golden Immortals needed to enter the fray. Once a Golden Immortal made a move, they would inevitably be tainted by tribulation aura; the loss would outweigh the gain.
Besides, attacking the Demon Domain—what a towering karmic burden would that be?
Add tribulation aura to the mix, and it would be enough to make those so-called Golden Immortals choke on a bitter cup.
When the great age reached its final stage, even Primordial Unity Golden Immortals would descend to slaughter one another. But for now, it was nowhere near that point.
"You're right. I'll make the introductions, and you'll convince them."
Xu Changsheng gave Ye Lin a deep look as he spoke.
Ye Lin had made a great deal of sense. The great age truly had not yet reached that stage.
For Golden Immortals to enter the fray, there naturally had to be benefits great enough to move even them.
But right now, there were no such benefits.
So what if they attacked the Demon Domain? The gains would not even make up for the losses.
And most importantly, it was not yet time for them to act.
If they exposed themselves now for a little profit, what would they do later? Wait for death?
Xu Changsheng stood in the great hall with his hands behind his back, then casually waved a hand.
At once, an invisible ripple spread in all directions.
A moment later, figures began appearing one after another throughout the hall.
An elderly man with a kindly face, dressed in a monk's robe, was the first to appear. He