Winterfrost City.
Inside the great hall, candlelight flickered, stretching everyone's shadows long and short.
Ji Yuan's words fell, and silence settled over the hall.
Everyone present was an old monster who had lived for centuries, if not a thousand years. None of them missed what his plan meant.
The four fronts sounded simple enough, but the risks at each position and the strength of each faction had been calculated to the last detail.
No one rushed to speak. Each silently weighed the gains and dangers.
After a long while, Joyful Madam, seated on the left, spoke first.
She twirled a vivid red silk flower between her fingers, her gaze drifting toward Ji Yuan in the main seat.
"Fellow Daoist Ji, Cloudcliff Abbey is closest to the Xinan Peninsula."
"Leave the defense of that Transcontinental Teleportation Formation to Cloudcliff Abbey."
"I dare swear a Heart Demon Oath that we will guard it so tightly not a drop can leak through. Not half a Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Desolate Ancient Continent will set foot in the Abyssal Continent."
Ji Yuan looked up at her and nodded slightly.
"Very well."
"If you cannot hold the formation at the critical moment, destroy the teleportation route connecting to the Desolate Ancient Continent."
"If the sky falls, I'll hold it up."
At his words, Joyful Madam's smile faded a little.
She set down the silk flower, her tone turning troubled.
"But Fellow Daoist Ji, there is one more matter."
"Ordinarily, Cloudcliff Abbey would have enough strength to guard the teleportation formation on the Xinan Peninsula."
"But under your plan, Senior Brother Formation Old Freak must go to Black-and-White Divine Mountain to help you break its defensive formation."
"That leaves Cloudcliff Abbey with only Su Baize and me, two Nascent Soul Cultivators. I fear we could