In the middle of a vast war, three months were being staked on the Heavenly Prodigies of the Two Realms. It sounded absurd.
In the ancient world before Meng Chuan crossed over, a frontline general who made such a decision while two nations were at war would have been stripped of his armor and sent back to court. He would await execution at the Meridian Gate, followed by the confiscation of his property and the extermination of his clan.
A nation's survival was at stake, and its commander wanted to give the enemy three months?
He was either a traitor and a spy, or his head was full of water.
But given the current situation between the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands and the Foreign Realm, it was not so absurd after all.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had no choice.
If they refused, the fighting would simply continue. It was not as though they could launch a counterattack against the Foreign Realm.
For the Foreign Realm, whether they fought or rested over the next three months made little difference.
Three months of fighting would not be enough to conquer the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Unless the Undying Kings were determined to cross between realms, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were, for now, a turtle whose shell could not be broken.
And if they rested for three months, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands could not pull off any miracles.
The Foreign Realm held the advantage. They could play this however they liked.
The Undying Kings did not care about such matters, and nothing had yet happened that required them to cross between realms.
The war in the Border Wasteland was still being directed by the Supremes and the Undying Ones behind them. They could accept staking