Outside the Cloud-Heaven Realm, neither near nor far.
In the deep, secluded void, scattered glimmers of world domains were faintly visible, as sparse as stars at dawn.
Faintly visible primal chaos source substance drifted like mist across the field of vision, obscuring the clash of light in the far distance and concealing the cultivators hiding here.
Yet at this moment, those indistinct figures all wore exceptionally grave expressions, and the atmosphere was heavy and stagnant to the extreme.
"The latest message... the Cloud-Heaven Realm has lost!"
"At the Supreme True Buddha's lair, Xiahou Heavenly Demon was defeated and killed on the spot. Gai True Person and the Lord of the Still Cave, who went to reinforce them, both fled in defeat..."
"On the Cloud-Heaven Realm's side, Celestial Lord Chao has also fallen... we need to make a decision!"
The speaker's voice carried shock, oppression, and disbelief that could not be concealed.
Silence reigned all around.
After a brief silence, someone said bitterly in a low voice:
"What decision is there left to make?"
"The Cloud-Heaven Realm put together such an enormous operation this time. We thought that even if they couldn't wipe out the Supreme True Buddha's people, they could at least drive them away. But this-this was how it ended!"
"Three Mahayana cultivators, two dead and one fled!"
"Can a ragtag band like us defy heaven and change our fate?"
Hearing this, the many figures gazed at the clashing light at the edge of their vision, their hearts falling silent.
Even some cultivators who had not originally supported the effort felt an immense weight on their hearts now.
Everyone understood that when the lips were gone, the teeth would grow cold. Though they had held something back on this expedition out of consideration for their own factions, deep down,