This stretch of starry sky was shrouded beneath a silent, oppressive, terrifying pressure.
As expected, the civilizations under the World Cluster had betrayed them. When the balance of power shifted, there were no surprises.
This was the nature of nations and civilizations: there was no eternal loyalty or affection, only eternal interests.
"This is truly good..."
A trace of uncontrollable brutality appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes.
This was the realm where the Immortal Sect Homeworld was located.
This was where ten trillion citizens lived. The overwhelming majority of those ten trillion citizens were fragile mortals and low-level cultivators. If foreign enemies invaded and breached the defenses, they would inevitably die in great numbers.
Reason told him that such betrayal was the nature of all races and civilizations. The Immortal Sect itself was no exception. Civilizations were bound to pursue the greatest benefit; so-called loyalty was merely a facade used to maintain superficial peace. Between civilizations, there were only politics and interests.
Whether they admitted it or not, all civilizations were equal in character. Only political arrangements and balances of power could sustain stable political separation.
The Immortal Sect should acknowledge this cold reality of the endless starry sky and seize the greatest possible benefit for itself.
This was the cold calculation of rational interest.
Yet emotion told the Great Sun Sword Lord that every one of those traitors had to be executed—leave neither chicken nor dog alive!
Loyalty between different civilizations was far too illusory. Beyond political arrangements and mutual restraint, there should also be iron-blooded slaughter!
Otherwise, did these Immortal Sects think betrayal was something they could commit whenever they pleased?
The moment the balance of power changed, they immediately betrayed them. If they failed, they could still be forgiven. Was that right?
Who did they think they were?