After one shock after another came numbness.
Every person who appeared here was a renowned master of the unorthodox path among the grassroots. In the eyes of human-rank rogue cultivators like them, these were truly great figures-divine dragons whose heads might be glimpsed, but never their tails.
Yet amid these gathering winds and surging clouds, they had all mobilized of their own accord. Some sought a sliver of opportunity to advance their cultivation, some the welfare of their descendants, and some to repay debts from years past. All had plunged into the mighty torrent of the times.
Only a top-tier power like the Demon Alliance could summon so many experts at once. No renowned master or lofty expert from any single faction possessed such rallying power.
The two rogue cultivators exchanged glances, each seeing excitement and gravity in the other's eyes.
What excited them was that, with so many renowned masters and experts gathered, the coming war would surely unfold on a grand scale, far beyond anything ordinary.
Rogue cultivators like them had far too few opportunities to rise. They did not fear licking blood from a blade's edge or risking their lives in another's service. What they feared was having no chance even to sell their lives, or selling them so cheaply that they themselves felt it was not worth the price.
But the gathering of so many renowned masters and experts also meant that human-rank rogue cultivators like them were nothing more than ants, with no room to control their own destinies.
Whether on the righteous path or the unorthodox path, anyone recruiting or hiring cultivators would generally provide protection against opponents of a corresponding level of combat power.
They would not readily expose human-rank Spirit Tamers to attacks from hostile earth-rank cultivators. Doing so served no purpose