The possibility of the Eight Great Immortal Sects launching an expedition at any cost was rising like wildfire.
Void Refining meant the Immortal Order itself.
Once a Void Refining mighty figure made up his mind, there could be no dissent anywhere in his Immortal Order.
Even "united as one" would understate it. No matter how powerful the Horned Demon Imperial Clan was, even if it had figures above Void Refining, those eight madmen might charge ahead without a thought and refuse to retreat an inch.
Because they were dying!
Their lives were nearing their end. With only six or seven thousand years left, they had all gone half-mad.
"Damn it!"
"Those bastards!"
Jiang Ding cursed under his breath. "This madness could draw in enemies far beyond our domain. The Immortal Sect might be dragged down by those lunatics and forced into a war it cannot survive."
"The alien races beyond our domain won't distinguish between the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Immortal Sect."
"Why can't they wait until someone from the Immortal Sect breaks through to Void Refining before starting a war?"
Jiang Ding felt deeply uneasy.
In his view, and that of many Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords, the best course was to locate the spatial node leading to the Horn Nether Domain and seal it. They could prepare a sixth-tier supreme-grade demolition formation, then carefully send people to gather intelligence beyond the domain.
If they could win, they would fight. If not, they would withdraw and decisively blow up the spatial node.
That was the rational course.
But judging by the frenzy of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, reason had no place in their plans. The moment they encountered anyone, they would fight their way out regardless of strength or consequences.
Forget it. Time to cultivate.
Jiang Ding