After dealing with some administrative matters related to research, Jiang Ding turned his attention to the Eight Great Immortal Sects.
The Eight Great Immortal Sects were in dire straits.
The mountain gates of the Azurewood Immortal Sect and the Myriad Beasts Immortal Sect had fallen to the Phantom Mist Beasts. Their Dao Integration divine lords had fled with a handful of disciples and were using the vast distances between realms to hold off the beasts' advance.
Within a thousand years at most, the Eight Great Immortal Sects were expected to fall completely.
When that time came, they would have only two choices.
They could accept the Immortal Sect's harsh terms of surrender: carve soul restrictions into their souls under the supervision of the Central Array-Spirit Computer, retain their dignity and some of their interests, and be fully absorbed into the Immortal Sect's system.
Or they could wander the desolate reaches of the universe until they died.
In the endless starry sky, life and lesser worlds were miracles, not the norm. Vast, barren star regions were what filled most of it.
For countless years, even during the era when Demon Race celestial beings ruled the realms, and in ages more distant still, the living beings of this world had tried to expand outward, seeking new space in which to survive and new worlds that harbored life.
Every attempt, without exception, had ended in failure.
A Dao Integration divine lord who fled into the endless starry sky had a 99.999 percent chance of dying there.
Of course, survival was still possible.
A Dao Integration being was already a life-form on the scale of a realm, capable of drawing in chaos and converting it into spiritual energy to stay alive. But he would lose everything and live out his days alone, with no