There were only two paths laid before everyone.
Either die generously for the sect, or seek another way to survive.
To be honest, some had feelings for the sect, while others did not. If they truly went against the Immortals of this Age, death was certain.
Life was precious.
At this time, Zhenwu was divided into two factions.
Whether commoners among the people or high-ranking figures within the country, some had begun fleeing Zhenwu to save their lives.
Others headed for the True Martial Sacred Sect, prepared to live and die alongside it.
The True Martial Sacred Sect's battle lines continuously contracted, and its vast territory was abandoned.
At a time like this, they had to gather their strength together. Otherwise, fighting on several fronts would mean certain death.
Of course, even gathered together, death was still certain.
The autumn wind howled fiercely, and people's hearts were chilled to the bone.
From the foot of True Martial Mountain to its summit, people stood packed together in dense masses.
They were all disciples of the True Martial Sacred Sect.
The Sect Protection Array had been activated, its azure formation reflecting the boundless sky.
Surging power circulated within the array, while the ancient foundation stones of the formation silently told their stories.
The array had been established in the era of the True Martial Great Emperor, then reinforced by several generations of Great Emperors afterward.
The final Great Emperor had been the Eternal Great Emperor.
Back then, unless a Great Emperor arrived in person, no one could possibly break this formation.
But too much time had passed, and much of the formation's power had now worn away.
Even the Great Emperor's Dao patterns had grown far more indistinct.
This formation had long ceased to be invulnerable.
Otherwise, the disciples of the