At that moment, the Eastern Wasteland, Southern Wilderness, Western Wilderness, and Northern Wilderness had all been conquered by the Spacetime Realm. Most of the Central Region had also been occupied. The cultivators of the Primordial World were left with only Mount Buzhou, Mount Kunlun, and Mount Sumeru, along with the nearby mountain ranges-three tiny, isolated islands.
Once the three strongholds at Mount Buzhou, Mount Kunlun, and Mount Sumeru learned that their rear territories had fallen, the pressure on them soared.
The Western Wilderness had already fallen. In other words, apart from their three strongholds guarded by Saints, every other territory in the Primordial World had been occupied by the Spacetime Realm!
What would happen next went without saying. Even if the Spacetime Realm's forces did not attack and merely blockaded them, they would have no resources to cultivate or break through. As the years passed, they would all perish. And without fresh blood joining the strongholds, once this generation grew old, the three strongholds would collapse without a fight!
As they gazed at the dark masses of the Spacetime Realm's army surrounding them on every side, despair filled everyone's heart! "Sigh, forget it. Why don't we surrender? At worst, we'll become beings of the Spacetime Realm. Surely they won't wipe us all out?"
"That's right. What does it matter to low-level cultivators like us whether the Primordial World gets devoured? Even without it, we still hope to live."
"The Vine Dao Venerable has already said that those who surrender won't be killed! There's no need to gamble with our lives and fight a war we have no chance of winning!"
The Spacetime Realm's low-level cultivators had little will to fight. None of them wanted to put up a futile resistance anymore.
Seeing everyone utterly devoid of fighting spirit, with countless