The Northern Plains Clan had always feared that the matter they had poured vast manpower and resources into guarding against for countless generations had finally come to pass.
No matter how outstanding the innate talent of the direct-line cultivators from several dozen clans, no matter how abundant their resources, how could they compare to the prodigies accumulated over countless generations among the billions of living beings of the Northern Plains?
In this era, the Northern Plains Clan's defenses had only been breached by a small gap, exposing crude Nascent Soul cultivation techniques such as the Blood Spirit Canon, yet Nascent Soul True Lords had emerged one after another. In less than a hundred years, there were already more than twenty Nascent Soul True Lords.
If this continued for another one or two hundred years, it would not be strange for the number of Nascent Soul True Lords in the Northern Plains Clan to be surpassed.
"The Demon-Slaying Alliance?"
Jiang Ding considered this newly formed organization of independent cultivators.
It was bound to be a chaotic mess inside, with no mutual trust. Betrayal and treachery could happen at any moment.
Without a powerful core to suppress them, the combined strength of Northern Plains cultivators would not increase—it would weaken!
This had already been proven by reality many times before.
All were Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators, all heroes who had fought their way up step by step. You were a prodigy, but I was no weaker. Even if you were somewhat stronger, there was no great reason to fear you.
Perhaps that was why Bloodflow Cloud had willingly stepped down and yielded his position to a worthier man.
After several maidservants advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm, the battle formation strength of the Tushan Maid Corps had surged dramatically, and it