Within the Profound Heaven Sect, a storm was brewing, and every heart was filled with dread.
Inside the sect's main hall, all the elders had gathered. The atmosphere was oppressive.
"Li Xuancang's army is marching toward us. How should we deal with this?"
Yang Konglie spoke in a deep voice, looking toward the others in hopes that they had a solution.
At his words, the hall fell utterly silent. No one spoke.
Before absolute strength, every scheme was as fragile as rotten wood.
Facing the overwhelmingly powerful Li Xuancang, they could find no way to respond.
Yang Konglie withdrew his gaze, his face filled with disappointment.
"Sect Master, send away some of the disciples and the sect's legacy. Have them conceal their names and identities, wait for the right time, and rise again from the ashes."
Wu Jianqing broke the silence, his voice filled with unwillingness and helplessness.
Even as a Late Profound Connection Realm expert who had roamed unchecked beneath the heavens, he possessed not the slightest ability to resist Li Xuancang.
They knew they were no match for Li Xuancang, yet they had not chosen to flee without a fight.
Profound Spirit Province was a foothold carved out through countless generations of their sect's forebears shedding their blood and heads. They would never abandon it.
Even if it cost them their lives, they would fight the enemy.
Yang Konglie nodded and made arrangements in advance to preserve the legacy, ensuring that the Profound Heaven Sect's inheritance could continue.
"Sect Master, we can ask the Bright Moon Sect for aid and request their assistance."
An elder suddenly spoke.
As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's eyes lit up.
The Bright Moon Sect was one of the Human Race's foremost sects, no less formidable than the Profound Heart Sect.