The Southern and Eastern Regions were locked in a fierce battle, while the Western Regions had two ninth layer experts fighting.
In the entire Daluotian region, the Northern Regions were the most stable.
Perhaps it was because with the Dao Master around, anyone who dared to cause trouble in the Northern Regions was basically courting death.
On the Northern Sky Pillar Mountain.
After teaching the disciples of the Galaxy Martial Arts Institution, Meng Xinghe returned to the mountain summit to play chess.
No one knew who Meng Xinghe was playing chess with. Perhaps it was himself, or perhaps it was the world.
In the Eastern Regions, Chu Xiu's Kunlun Devil Cult was developing well, and the Galaxy Martial Arts Institution was doing even better.
After all, Meng Xinghe was a peak ninth layer Martial Immortal and the most famous existence in the Ancient Sovereign's lineage.
With Meng Xinghe's personal teaching, this kind of opportunity was a great opportunity that one could only dream of in the past, but now, it was available to everyone. How could the northern region's independent cultivators and cultivators from small sects give up on this opportunity?
Therefore, the cultivators who came to join the Galaxy Martial Arts Institution flocked to it like ducks.
Because the Galaxy Martial Arts Institution didn't have any sectarian bias, disciples from large sects like the Mysterious Heaven Realm would sometimes attend the lectures.
At this moment, Meng Xinghe's mind suddenly trembled when a black piece fell. The black piece and the entire chessboard instantly shattered.
Meng Xinghe looked at his hands with a puzzled look in his eyes.
What exactly happened? Even I, a Ninth Heavenly Layer Martial Immortal, am unable to control my own power?
At this moment, another Ancient Sovereign of the Galaxy Martial Arts Institution, Fang Daochen, walked in and said cautiously, "Dean, there's some news from the martial world that might be related to you."
Meng Xinghe's expression remained unchanged. "Oh? What news? "
Fang Daochen pondered for a moment and chose his words carefully. In the end, he just sighed and said one sentence.
"Ye Weikong died in the hands of Chu Xiu."
Meng Xinghe's expression didn't change when he heard this, but Fang Daochen, who was next to him, already had a look of horror in his eyes.
The cultivation method of his lineage was very unique. It did not focus on strength, but instead pursued the slightest change in strength, using small to fight big.
Therefore, even the slightest ripple could not be hidden from him. It was not just his power, but his primordial spirit and mental state as well.
At this moment, although Meng Xinghe's expression didn't change, and his power didn't leak out, his state of mind was like a raging storm that was sweeping madly like a world-destroying flood in Fang Daochen's eyes!
Meng Xinghe's current state of mind was indeed not calm, and it was not easy for him to maintain his composure on the surface.
Meng Xinghe had told Chu Xiu during the Ancient Sovereign Assembly that he and Ye Weikong had taken different paths and would not interfere with each other's choices. Naturally, they would not get entangled with each other.
At that time, that was what Meng Xinghe thought. But in reality, only when he heard the news of Ye Weikong's death did he realize that he was mistaken. He couldn't let it go.
Although the path he chose was different from Ye Weikong's, they had been friends for hundreds of years, and they had fought countless bloody battles. How could he let it go just like that?
Meng Xinghe raised his head to look at the starry sky. In a trance, he seemed to see the young man he met when he first stepped out of the Savage Jungle.
The young man who was bold and heroic, who clamored to make himself the Sect Leader of the number one sect in the Eastern Territory, and who would trample on the High Heaven Sect and the Imperial Sky Pavilion.
He was in his prime, full of heroic spirit.
It was precisely because of this that Meng Xinghe, who had always been quiet and gentle, was attracted to him and followed him to explore the Jianghu. They built Cold River City and created a legend of the Jianghu of the Eastern Territory.
But later, the two sides diverged.
The heroic dreams of youth would be erased by time.
Ye Weikong only wanted to make Cold River City a top sect in the Eastern Territory, and no longer be oppressed by the High Heaven Sect and the Imperial Sky Pavilion.
He achieved it, but he lost his goal and his old dreams.
But Meng Xinghe was different. He wanted to be bigger and farther than Cold River City. He wanted to be above the endless starry sky!
So the two sides parted ways.
Back then, they got together because of their dreams. Now, they also parted ways because of their dreams. They went their own ways.
After a long while, Meng Xinghe said two words softly, "Big Brother Ye …"
He hadn't called him this for many years, and he hadn't seen Ye Weikong for many years.
He thought he could let go of the past, but the Great Way was heartless. How could he let go of the friendship of more than a hundred years so easily?
Meng Xinghe moved his hand, and a golden horsetail whisk appeared in his hand. A Taoist sword with a red sandalwood scabbard also fell on his back.
Fang Daochen was startled. "Dean, what are you doing?"
Meng Xinghe pointed at his chest and said, "I have a knot in my heart.
If I don't get rid of it, I have no hope of reaching the Great Way.
I'm going to cut off the knot in my heart. "
Fang Daochen still wanted to say something, but Meng Xinghe had already turned into a starlight and disappeared on the spot.
Fang Daochen slapped his thigh anxiously.
Of course, he knew what Meng Xinghe was going to do.
If it were any other time, let alone killing Chu Xiu, Meng Xinghe wouldn't care even if he turned the entire Eastern Territory upside down.
But now, at such a sensitive time, any accident could cause variables to appear in their previous plans.
Even now, Fang Daochen couldn't help but blame Ye Weikong, who was already dead.
[You're dead, but you're still causing trouble for me.]
…
At this time, Chu Xiu didn't know that because of him, all the Daluotian forces had fallen into chaos.
He was now preparing for the Eastern Territory Alliance Convention.
Now, there were only three truly great forces in the entire Eastern Territory: Kunlun Devil Cult, High Heaven Sect, and Imperial Sky Pavilion.
As for the remaining small forces, fifty percent had joined the Kunlun Devil Cult, while thirty percent were some hardcore vassal forces of High Heaven Sect and Imperial Sky Pavilion.
The other twenty percent were still outside of these great forces.
These were either small forces that were slow to react and really didn't have much ambition, or medium forces that had decent strength but some ambition and were unwilling to submit to others.
This time, Chu Xiu called all of them here for one thing, and that was to unify the entire Eastern Territory!
In the square of the Kunlun Devil Cult, the leaders of the various forces of the Eastern Territory gathered again.
It hadn't been long since they last came to the Kunlun Devil Cult. Previously, during the founding ceremony of the Kunlun Devil Cult, they, as the leaders of the major forces of the Eastern Territory, had all sent people here. They didn't expect to be here again so soon.
This time, everyone present was whispering to each other. Even the slowest person could feel a trace of uneasiness and a trace of something wrong.
The Southern Territory had gathered the forces of all the great forces to attack the Eastern Territory, causing a storm. Now, Chu Xiu had called them all here. What did he mean by that?
Everyone present looked at the seats of honor, where Zhong Qiushui and Qin Baiyuan were sitting.
However, they didn't see anything valuable from the looks of these two.
In the previous battle, both the Imperial Sky Pavilion and the High Heaven Sect had suffered heavy losses.
In particular, the High Heaven Sect was almost completely wiped out. All of its elites were scattered, leaving only the old and the young, barely leaving behind a trace of their inheritance.
After suffering such a big loss, they all looked as if they didn't want anyone to get close to them.
After a while, Chu Xiu walked out of the inner hall, followed by Wei Shuya, Chenqing Di, Xu Tianya, and Fang Baidu.
Everyone present suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
It wasn't until now that they realized that so many masters had gathered around Chu Xiu.
There were actually five Martial Immortals in the entire Kunlun Devil Cult, which was already more than when the High Heaven Sect was at its peak.
Everyone stood up and bowed respectfully to Chu Xiu. "Greetings, Cult Master Chu!"
Chu Xiu waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "No need to be so courteous, everyone. I've gathered all of you here today, and I believe that all of you already know what's going on.
The Daluotian Continent has been peaceful for ten thousand years. In the past, it was just the four territories fighting and quarrelling, but now, it's about to evolve into an era of great conflict, a war between the four territories.
Under such circumstances, no one in the entire Eastern Territory can remain unscathed. "
At this point, a sorrowful look appeared on Chu Xiu's face. "Just like a few days ago, the Southern Territory launched a surprise attack on our Eastern Territory. Both the Imperial Sky Pavilion and the High Heaven Sect suffered heavy losses, and the Kunlun Devil Cult was almost killed by the traitor of Cold River City. We suffered heavy losses."
Everyone present had a strange look on their faces.
As far as they knew, it was true that the Imperial Sky Pavilion and the High Heaven Sect suffered heavy losses, but when did the Kunlun Devil Cult suffer heavy losses?
Of course, none of the people present dared to undermine Chu Xiu at this time. Everyone present listened to what he said.
Chu Xiu then said, "Learn from the mistakes of the past. The Eastern Territory cannot make the same mistake a second time. So this time, I've gathered all of you here for one thing, and that is to unite the forces of the entire Eastern Territory and establish the Eastern Territory Alliance to fight against foreign enemies together! "
No one present said a word. After a long while, someone stood up and asked, "May I ask, Cult Master Chu, what can we get by joining this Eastern Territory Alliance? What price do we have to pay? "
Before Chu Xiu could answer, Zhong Qiushui suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice, "The Imperial Sky Pavilion is willing to merge with the Kunlun Devil Cult and become a vassal sect of the Kunlun Devil Cult. From now on, we will be at your disposal without any objections!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present suddenly went into an uproar. Even Chu Xiu did not expect that Zhong Qiushui would make such a decision.
The Imperial Sky Pavilion was a top sect that stood at the peak of the lower realm ten thousand years ago. Such an existence naturally had its own dignity.
They could be destroyed, but they could not be surrendered.
Just like when the Battle God Sect and the Chiliocosm Sect attacked the Imperial Sky Pavilion, even though the Imperial Sky Pavilion was forced to a dead end at that time, Zhong Qiushui would rather fight to the death than surrender. Why would he choose to become a vassal of the Kunlun Devil Cult now?
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