Five Immortals Mountain.
The moment those three words were spoken, the hall fell so silent one could hear a needle drop.
The civil and military officials were astonishingly unanimous, all as mute as cicadas in winter.
Some were shocked, some afraid, some disdainful. Their expressions varied, yet no one dared utter another word.
Five Immortals Mountain was no ordinary mountain.
It lay in the heart of the Central Plains, hidden from the world. Legend had it that immortals dwelled within, dining on rosy clouds and drinking dew, their Great Dao profound and mysterious, ageless and deathless, as long-lived as heaven and earth.
From the founding of the dynasty by the Grand Progenitor Emperor, Great Tang had entered into an alliance with Five Immortals Mountain.
Great Tang suppressed the demons and devils of the mortal world, while Five Immortals Mountain remained pure and untroubled, taking no interest in worldly affairs.
Both sides remained at peace and did not interfere with one another.
But now, the Grand Progenitor had been dead for many years, and the alliance was like a dying candle in the wind, swaying on the verge of collapse.
In recent years, demons had run rampant and Great Tang had suffered calamity after calamity, yet Five Immortals Mountain had never shown the slightest intention of lending aid.
Now, with the enemy at the gates, would seeking help not simply be asking for humiliation?
Yet Elder Cheng's every word was a pearl, every sentence from the depths of his heart.
Spirit Mountain was overwhelmingly powerful, with countless Demon Emperors. It was not something ordinary strength could withstand.
With Great Tang alone as it was now, even if it poured out everything it possessed, it would still be a cup of water against a cartload of firewood, incapable of turning the tide.