"Hehe... a spark?"
"What a pretty way to put it, Your Majesty."
Immortal Drunkard took a swig of wine, the fiery liquor dripping down his beard.
"Back in ancient times, our Starry Sky Hall was considered a formidable power."
"The core Immortal Domain? We were the core!"
"And what happened? The devil brats' army rolled over us. Core defenses, grand formations—before absolute power, they were nothing but a sheet of paper!"
"The elders shouted about preserving the spark, telling us 'seeds' to retreat first..."
"But where were we supposed to retreat to?"
"Our homes were gone, our inheritances severed. We had all this cultivation for nothing, dragging out these miserable lives until today, living like old stray dogs with no home!"
"This 'spark'... who was it supposed to burn for? Was it meant to light up this boundless despair?"
Immortal Drunkard's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hysterical challenge.
"Spark my ass! It is nothing but a coward's fig leaf!"
"It is an excuse to watch your own people march to their deaths while you hide behind them and watch the show!"
"These so-called 'sparks' are nothing but a pile of trash!"
"Haha..."
Madness. Utter madness!
Immortal Drunkard's words changed everyone's expressions.
It was as though he had ripped away everyone's fig leaf!
"Old Drunkard is right!"
The leader of the Lone Wanderers Alliance, Dugu Jue, who bore an ancient sword on his back, suddenly shouted.
His face was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, his gaze sharp enough to pierce the hearts of the Immortal Lords.
"Among the Lone Wanderers Alliance, most of the powerful members had their Lineages and factions destroyed in the ancient war, leaving only lone survivors like us."
"The Devil Race is the enemy we all share!"
"How mighty was my Dugu Lineage in