Any force with a Dao Integration True Lord holding the fort was not staffed by fools. They could still weigh the pros and cons clearly.
Launching a war against Nameless Mountain required immense resolve. Without the determination to win without fail, these reclusive forces simply would not dare gamble their tens of millions of years of inheritance.
And now that they had acted, it meant they possessed absolute confidence. But who, exactly, had given them that confidence?
And where had that confidence come from?
Elsewhere, at the very heart of Tianhe Prefecture lay a small world, an independent space opened up by a Dao Integration True Lord.
Within that independent space, immortal mountains floated in the air, rivers hung upside down across the sky, and even the heavens held a separate crescent moon.
Rows of white cranes occasionally flew through the air, making the place seem like an immortal realm on earth.
At the center of this small world, on an island, stood an ordinary thatched hut. Inside it was a wooden reclining chair, and lying on that chair was a youth of about seventeen or eighteen dressed in a Daoist robe. With a foxtail grass stem between his lips, he rocked back and forth in the chair, utterly at ease.
At that moment, an old man slowly entered the small courtyard. Looking at the young Daoist before him, his expression was one of bitter disappointment.
"Wang Ye, what time is it, and you still have the leisure for this? The entire human race is in chaos now. Get up this instant."
"The gifted youths of other factions are all scrambling to improve their cultivation, to win over forces for themselves, to take another step forward."
"But you lie here all day like a salted fish. Why don't you just