Talks Begin

The atmosphere in the small courtyard was grave to the extreme.

As Ning Zhirou regained her senses, Bai Yu also obtained their detailed plan.

Great Eater Heavenly Buddha was a Body Integration powerhouse, an existence capable of crushing everything in Midstream, while the Profound God Army in Xiao Zhen's hands was the Blood Prison Dynasty's most formidable legion.

Its numbers had surpassed five hundred thousand. At present, eight of the Ten Kings had arrived in the Eastern Region. Because of the special nature of the talks between the three princes, neither Xiao Juexin nor the other two had brought their own legions.

Although they had learned where the upper echelons of the noble clans were being held and Bai Yu had promptly informed the National Preceptor's Residence, breaking the deadlock with their existing strength was easier said than done. He did not know whether Meng Bingyan could arrive in time.

At that thought, Bai Yu suddenly felt a headache coming on. Less than three days remained until the talks, and even Zhang Baidao had found it unbelievable upon hearing the news.

Especially since the Esoteric Sect had actually dared to strike a deal with the Evil Emperor—such an act had already crossed the bottom line of the entire Eternal Continent.

And all of this had been driven by Great Eater Heavenly Buddha and Xiao Yuan.

"We still lack a force capable of suppression. I wonder whether the National Preceptor's Residence can get in touch with the Holy Heaven Cult. But judging from Ning Zhirou's side, there may still be moles within the Holy Heaven Cult. Whether they can truly be trusted remains unknown."

"Senior, do you have any good ideas?"

Bai Yu turned his head to look at Zhang Baidao and spoke slowly.

Zhang Baidao's expression was clearly somewhat vacant