Daoist Zu, acting on orders, left the Everlife Sect. Using a ritual artifact to traverse the void, he concealed his aura, secretly slipped past the Creation roaming stars the Hao Clan had positioned in the sky, and descended onto the Earth Continent.
He gazed from afar at the Sleeping Foothill City-Domain, yet had no intention of entering. He merely found an Everlife Sect disciple still there and had him notify Bo Daoist in the city that he had arrived. He would remain stationed outside Sleeping Foothills for now; if needed, he would find a way to receive and assist those in the city at a critical moment.
As an outsider, he naturally had no wish to live and die alongside the Sleeping Foothill City-Domain. Yet in the present circumstances, he considered it more than righteous enough that he had come here to offer aid.
Still, he did not believe the Sleeping Foothill City-Domain could withstand King Xi's armies with only this tiny patch of land.
First of all, no matter how considerable the Sleeping Foothill City-Domain's accumulation of upper-level strength was, it could not possibly contend with the power King Xi held. Of this, he had no doubt.
Furthermore, the Sleeping Foothill City-Domain had no reinforcements behind it and no defensive depth of its own.
Which of the Hao Clan's imperial relatives did not have hundreds or thousands of fortress cities and ramparts spread across their territories? Taking them down without paying an enormous price was nearly impossible. The cost of attacking far exceeded the gains from occupation. This was why the various imperial relatives and noble powers had endured for so long, each becoming a separate regional force.
But this battle was not simply a matter of profit. It also concerned King Xi's own legitimacy and prestige, and every