Haocang frowned.
Years of turmoil across the realm had, in the end, shaken even the Dao hearts of immortals.
Only the human heart was unfathomable in this world; even the most unbreakable vows would eventually rot away with the years.
He spoke calmly. "From today onward, let those who have come quell the turmoil of the realm and redeem themselves through merit. The next upheaval in the Immortal Court... will only come when a True Immortal emerges in Outer Heaven. Until then, our Immortal Court shall have no cause for concern."
Having said that, Haocang turned towards the group of old ministers.
The affairs of the realm could hardly be made perfect in every respect. Sitting in his position, he could only consider the greater good of all living beings and the future.
Even if one day he were dragged from his seat by some astonishing younger generation member of the Immortal Realm, he would accept it!
Yet he had not uttered a single falsehood. Outer Heaven commanded the endless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures of the Immortal Realm, but compared to the Three Thousand Immortal Territories, it could absolutely be called a primitive immortal domain. That was because he had been exceptionally permissive toward the myriad races of the Immortal Court, scarcely interfering with the actions of all beings.
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Haocang, after years of turmoil, our Immortal Court has suffered grievous internal losses. During the chaos, even our heavenly prides were held in the hands of the Central Heaven Ten Thousand Clans..."
"Are we facing a lapse between generations?"
"Yes..."
"It matters not. The powerful figures of this Immortal Realm will not submit to any force. There will only be those of like mind and shared purpose. Find them."
With a sweep of his hand, Haocang