"Those people of the Puppet Dao want a private meeting with us?"
Several days after Li Chen returned, Fu Changsheng, Pei Bairen, and several other Great Powers of the Immortal Alliance received the message in a secluded valley on the Earthly Immortal Continent. All of them were rather surprised.
"What do they want?"
Daoist Shangyuan looked exhausted. "Let them talk, then. We could use some help ourselves. Those Ancient Immortals are becoming more and more overbearing. They have even occupied the Sky-Gazing Terrace."
Fu Changsheng glanced at Daoist Shangyuan and sighed softly.
The Puppet Masters were helping them for two reasons: to fight their common enemy, and to occupy the Spirit Peak Blessed Lands of the Earthly Immortal Continent.
That hardly made them close allies. Relying on them too much was no different from bargaining with a tiger for its hide.
Yet he could find no reason to object. The Immortal Alliance's situation was growing ever worse, and they were still doing their best to adapt to the catastrophe of Dharma's decline descending upon them.
"It seems this is our only option for now. As far as I know, those on the Puppet Dao side have studied the catastrophe of Dharma's decline. They have always been adept at borrowing external power, too, so they should have some solutions."
"It would be best if we could trade with them for some Profound Arts or Magical Treasures that actually work."
Before long, everyone arrived in a secret chamber. This had originally been the treasury of the small sect that occupied this place. After the catastrophe of Dharma's decline, its spirit vein had rapidly dried up, leaving everyone helpless. The Immortal Alliance's Great Powers had simply requisitioned it and converted it into a temporary refuge.
Although everyone knew they could not stay here