After witnessing the great battle between Hui'an and Qing Chen, Yue Hanshan did not sit in the chief seat, but merely stood before it.
His words fell, yet no voices of agreement immediately rose within the hall.
Amid the interwoven light and shadows, more than a dozen Nascent Soul True Lords sat motionless as statues, each silent, treasuring words like gold.
Which of these people had not lived for hundreds or thousands of years, commanded a Nascent Soul Power, and ruled over tens of thousands of cultivators?
Not one was a sheltered scion who cultivated behind closed doors, indifferent to worldly affairs. Anyone who had become a True Lord in the Gouwu Sea had rolled through blades, spears, and Dharma artifacts.
Those few points Yue Hanshan had outlined-"joining forces against external enemies," "establishing an alliance treasury," "a communication mechanism"...
The meaning seeping between the lines sent chills down many backs among those present. This was no simple ceasefire pact.
How was this a charter for a loose alliance? This was unification.
It would forcibly shatter the order that had prevailed in the Gouwu Sea for tens of thousands of years, with rival powers carving out territories, islands governing themselves, and factions standing like countless mountain peaks, then twist them together into a single rope!
This so-called Golden Scale Alliance was by no means a loose pact signed beneath the city walls.
It was to become a permanent central authority, an institution with real power to issue commands, a colossal entity capable of commanding the entire sea region and allocating vast resources!
If you nodded your assent today, then tomorrow, your Spirit Stone mines, your Dao Soldiers and disciples, and your exclusive spells might no longer belong entirely to you!
The hall was utterly silent.
The radiance of luminous pearls fell