The outbreak of civil war would benefit no one; whichever side lost, it would be Huaxia's loss.
On the surface, the Northern Continent's forces were numerous and backed in secret by many dynasties. Their momentum soared to the heavens. Every member of the northern forces held their heads high and their chests out, brimming with confidence, as though Great Qin did not even warrant their attention.
Combined, their countless factions numbered at least tens of millions. Forget Great Qin—even if several more dynasties joined in, they would have nothing to fear. That was the foundation of their confidence.
But they also had a weakness: their strength could not be gathered into one.
Though Great Qin was at a disadvantage, no single faction could match its individual military strength. All sides were paying close attention to this matter.
As Huaxia's most ancient power, the Clans were also deeply concerned. More than a dozen elders were discussing it.
One elder spoke up. "Why don't we step forward to mediate and defuse this civil war? If it truly breaks out, the entire north of Huaxia will be gravely weakened, and several hungry wolves are watching from beyond the north. For Huaxia's sake, we should intervene!"
Another elder said, "But this time, the northern forces have gone too far. They acted without the slightest restraint and gave Great Qin no face at all. Will Great Qin, famed for battle, compromise?"
"When the Yinghuo Emperor Star descended last time, everyone should have experienced that power firsthand. This Great Qin Imperial Prince will only become the most bloodthirsty and most evil of all imperial princes throughout history. How could he possibly yield?"
"And the northern forces now hold an absolute advantage. They have already become so arrogantly blind that they see nothing else. Would they still