Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, deathly silence and oppression filled the air. The Six Sages were still immersed in the enormous shock and collapse of faith brought by the truth of Surviving by Reducing Burden. Their Dao hearts wavered, and they could barely contain themselves.
Ming Xin looked at the ashen-faced Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the despondent Six Sages below. He knew that revealing the cruelty alone was not enough. He had to provide a direction and ignite hope.
He took a deep breath, and his resolute voice shattered the suffocating silence:
"Dao Ancestor! Fellow Daoists! Since things have come to this, panic and regret are useless!"
His blazing gaze swept across everyone present. "Endlessly suppressing, concealing, and showing weakness will bring nothing but a slow death!
"The Cthulhu Outer Gods feed on worlds. What they seek is origin, Order, and the radiance of 'existence' itself!
"No matter how barren the Primordial World disguises itself to be, as long as its core origin remains, it will be like a pearl in the dark. Sooner or later, they will find it and devour it!"
He stepped forward, his bearing soaring. "Our only course now is to unite every force and actively prepare for war!
"We must forge the Primordial World into an impregnable fortress, a tough bone that will make the Outer Gods break their teeth!
"Only by displaying sufficient strength will we be qualified to fight for a Thread of Life in the coming catastrophe!"
As he spoke, he solemnly raised the orb of light in his hand, which carried the final essence of the Grave God World. Within the orb, phantoms of mountains and rivers drifted, and unyielding fighting spirit faintly emerged.
"This is the origin of a top-tier Great Thousand World that I brought back! At its peak,