When the Thorn Bird War had just ended.
the other side.
In the depths of the 900 million layer world.
A wild and remote world.
No one or any force will be interested in this world.
After countless years of confirmation, this world has been identified as the most desolate place.
—Because there is nothing in this world, nothing grows, but it is extremely hard and extremely difficult to be destroyed.
This world is so small that it can only accommodate a few hundred people standing in it at the same time.
However, today, there are actually hundreds of practitioners standing here.
They come from various cultivation worlds and have just returned from a battle.
They gathered here, conducting a crucial discussion in secret.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
An old man stood in the middle of the field and shouted loudly.
People fell on deaf ears.
The gloom of war hangs over everyone's mind.
Many practitioners whispered to each other, discussed loudly, blamed each other, and some almost fought.
Contrary to this situation, more cultivators sat there with their heads downcast, without saying a word.
Their eyes were blank, and they were motionless, as if their souls had already left, leaving only an empty shell here.
The old man looked around, with deep loss in his eyes.
But soon, he picked himself up again.
—He had to do this, otherwise, the entire cultivation alliance would be over.
The old man took a deep breath, mobilized all his spiritual energy and shouted violently: "Quiet me!"
With this roar, the whole world was shaken, and even the void outside the world was rippled.
The practitioners' voices gradually decreased.
The old man took this opportunity and said loudly: "I know that everyone is very depressed and panicky now, but now is not the time to be dejected. We have more urgent things to do."
After hearing such words, some practitioners could hardly suppress their emotions and opened their mouths to speak.
The old man quickly stretched out his hand, pointed around the audience, and said in a low voice: "The injury on my body is about to explode. Don't you think I will let go of it now and leave?"
After saying this sentence, all the practitioners immediately fell silent.
The audience was completely silent.
The old man sighed wearily, feeling a little comforted in his heart.
"As everyone knows, the practice demon kingdom has issued an ultimatum, demanding that we surrender immediately."
"At such a moment, many forces are caught in the war, unable to take care of themselves, and it is even more impossible to lend a helping hand to us."
"But we are real practitioners, no matter what, will you surrender to those dregs and become slaves of order?"
"Won't!"
"no way!"
"I'd rather die than be a slave!"
"You're right!"
The cultivators responded one after another.
The old man raised his voice and said again: "I must make one thing clear to everyone. The failure of this war is all due to me alone. It is my ineffective command and combat that caused the Cultivation Alliance to suffer huge losses. hit."
A middle-aged monk couldn't help saying loudly: "Mr. Haoran, this is not your problem, we all know it well."
Another monk sighed: "Yes, although we have formed an alliance, we have been passively beaten in the face of those practitioners who have taken refuge in the Order of the Demon King."
"The most important thing is that they have formed a practice country, and they are assisted by the Order of the Demon King. We are both practitioners, but we can't catch up with their cultivation speed." Someone shouted loudly.
This is a frustrating fact.
The practitioners finally couldn't help it, and once again burst into a turmoil of discussion.
Daoist Haoran waved his hand and used the silence technique to forcefully suppress all the rising voices of discussion.
He said loudly with effort: "I am about to die, but our alliance is still under the pressure of war."
"The Cultivation Alliance needs a new leader to lead everyone to continue the struggle."
"You must express your opinions as soon as possible."
After Taoist Haoran finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief and released the silence technique.
He quietly waited for everyone's suggestions.
No one spoke.
Everyone remained silent.
Daoist Haoran sighed, and said angrily: "You are not willing to be slaves of the Demon King's Order, that's why you are here, but why can't you even choose a leader now?"
Someone persuaded in a low voice: "Daoist Haoran, please calm down. Of course we are not reconciled, but we have just been defeated, and even you..."
Daoist Haoran immediately responded: "Yes, they are aggressive and have better methods than us. The Order of the Demon King will assist them at any time—but please rest assured, I will do one thing for you before I die."
Everyone raised their heads, showing attention.
Daoist Haoran laughed at himself, and said: "This old man has Taoism and supernatural powers, but he can't withstand the persecution of the Demon King's Order, but if this old man loses his life, he can completely destroy most of their army!"
"In this way, for a period of time, the Demon Kingdom will not be able to wage war again."
"So! You! Now! We must hurry up and elect a new leader!!!"
"Otherwise I will die worthless!!!"
Having said that, Daojun was almost hoarse.
The practitioners were shocked.
In order to fight against the Order of the Demon King, the Taoist Lord has devoted himself to death.
People like myself obviously survived well, so what else is there to be depressed about
They temporarily got rid of the shadow of defeat in the war, revived their fighting spirit, and began to seriously think about this issue.
Several leaders exchanged with each other, finally stood up together, and said loudly: "We recommend the helm of Lingming Great World, Venerable Qingyun."
Their proposal was immediately responded by some practitioners.
"Honor Qingyun has a high level of cultivation and is proud of himself. He has never been at odds with the Demon Kingdom. We are very relieved that he will be the leader of the alliance."
"Yes, Venerable Qingyun is trustworthy."
"I think it's doable."
People are talking.
But many more were silent.
Daoist Haoran looked at a middle-aged monk and asked, "Master Qingyun, what is your personal opinion?"
The middle-aged monk stood up and let out a long sigh.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you very much for your kindness, but I am very aware of my weight."
"In this moment of internal and external difficulties and the imminent order, I have no confidence to lead the alliance."
"In fact, until now, I don't know how to defeat those practitioners who possess order."
His words touched everyone's heart.
yes.
With the same level of cultivation and realm, how to fight in order to hope to defeat those practitioners who are assisted by order
It's a dead end.
If no one can untie this deadlock, the Cultivation Alliance will continue to be defeated in future battles until it is destroyed.
That's pretty much the ending that can be seen.
Everyone is saddened by it.
Waited for a while.
Several practice forces have elected a Venerable.
But the Venerable also gave up.
The venerable faced everyone and said loudly: "I believe that many people who are at the same level as me have the same thoughts in their hearts."
"Even Dao Lord Haoran failed—I don't think I can stand shoulder to shoulder with Dao Lord, let alone lead the alliance against the Demon Kingdom."
"Please don't waste any more time electing someone like me. Next, everyone must choose a leader who can truly fight against order."
Everyone agreed.
In the past, there may have been many people willing to take charge of the entire alliance, and even fight for power and power.
But now is the time of war, the moment when the alliance will perish at any time, and everyone will die in battle at any time.
Who dares to take over the alliance at this darkest moment
Who dares to say that he can save the entire cultivation alliance
In the entire small world, the monks once again fell into a long silence.
After a long time, a voice sounded.
"Maybe we can change our minds and pick people who have performed well from previous wars."
Everyone looked over.
The person who spoke was an old man wearing a Taoist robe and half of his body was still stained with blood.
He is the leader of a certain practice world. He has been brave in previous wars and almost died several times.
This is an admirable practitioner.
Someone agreed: "This method is good."
Venerable Qingyun smiled wryly and said: "In this battle, the entire alliance has suffered a disastrous defeat. Where can we find someone who has performed well?"
After saying this, the audience fell silent.
The practitioners unconsciously began to recall the previous war.
"...No." Someone said hesitantly.
"Yeah, not a total fiasco."
"It seems that there was an attack that was very impressive."
"I remembered too."
"That was the only fight back."
"And it was very successful."
"The damage is small."
"The enchanted practitioner was killed by one person."
"Yes, I read the battle report, and it was indeed killed by one person."
"Is there such a person?"
"Yes, have you forgotten, the world that just joined the alliance not long ago?"
"What? Who is it?"
"It's that one."
The cultivators talked about it.
Taoist Haoran thought for a moment, then looked at the crowd, and nodded imperceptibly.
Daojun said loudly: "Now, please everyone discuss whether it is possible to elect this fellow Daoist as the new leader of the alliance."
"This fellow Taoist is Xie Daoling, the Venerable Hundred Flowers who performed the best in the battle."
"Please feel free to speak up on this."