If the Nine Heavens Divine Palaces were nothing but an empty title, why would every faction insist on preserving that designation?
Behind that status lay resources, every last bit of it. Who wouldn't want them?
Luo Tianhe tapped his fingers against the table and said with a broad smile:
"Celestial River City has guarded the Primordial Beginning Mystic Gate for ten million years. If Great Xia's Vacant Seat is vacant, we wouldn't mind helping shoulder Heavenly Origin's burdens."
Before the two speakers' words had even faded, the lord of the Floating Immortal Abode gave a soft chuckle.
"If we are to rebuild the order of the Nine Heavens, do not forget that formations are its foundation."
"The Supreme Subtlety Immortal Abode is willing to provide thirty thousand Formation Masters to reconnect the formation channels of the Nine Heavens."
The old woman from the Southern Abyss Divine Island also spoke unhurriedly. "The tidal eye of the Return to Ruins in the Southern Sea connects to the waterways of the Ten Earths. If we take charge of it, the Southern Abyss Divine Island could guard the First Heaven as well."
Once these three factions had stated their positions, someone immediately remarked with biting sarcasm:
"Oh? Haven't you hidden sacred lands always stayed out of Heavenly Origin's internal affairs?"
"Don't take all the benefits, then tuck yourselves back into your sacred lands' turtle shells and seal your mountains for ten thousand years-or a hundred million."
Before those words had faded, several ancient Dao Lineage factions spoke up in succession, each arguing its own legitimacy and recounting its own achievements. For a time, tongues became spears and words became swords, thrusting back and forth in an endless tug-of-war.
The existing Nine Heavens factions had nothing to do just then, so they fanned the flames