The major sects above the Heavenly Domain had watched the Hao Clan's civil war unfold, but they had not taken advantage of the situation to do anything.
The Hao Clan had suffered internal strife several times in the past. The sects had thought they had found an opportunity, only to force the Hao Clan to unite once more and strike them back. Thus, before the Hao Clan's strength was truly weakened, they had no intention of making a move.
Moreover, internally, the various sects were likewise divided in their thoughts. They were only huddling together under pressure now, and were not much better off than the Hao Clan.
What the sects could never match the Hao Clan in was that cultivators normally needed decades, even centuries, of cultivation before they could form combat strength, while the Hao Clan only needed a suit of Creation armor to settle the matter. When they forcibly mobilized their forces, almost everyone, old or young, strong or frail, could don armor and take the field. That was truly terrifying.
In the Hao Clan's civil war, tens of thousands of armored soldiers were often killed or wounded in a single major battle. Yet any sect capable of producing tens of thousands of cultivators could already be called a great sect. If they lost so many at once, they would likely stand at the brink of extinction. Thus, for now, they could only hide behind the Hao Clan and stir up internal conflict.
This method both saved effort and spared them from entering the fray themselves, so they were only too happy to employ it.
On a ritual platform encircled by three stars, Elder Fu sat in meditation. He was taking this opportunity to calculate the changes in the heavenly secrets of the future. At that moment,