When the war of the Bramble Birds had just ended.
At another location.
Deep within the 900 million World Layers.
An extremely barren and remote world.
No one, no organization, would be interested in this world.
After countless years of confirmation, this world was recognized as the most barren and desolate place.
— — -because this world had nothing, nothing could grow, but it was incredibly sturdy and hard to destroy.
This world was so small that it could only hold a few hundred people at once.
But today, there were actually several hundred cultivators standing here.
They came from various Cultivation-type worlds and had just returned from a war.
They were gathered here for a secret discussion of vital importance.
"Silence! Silence! "
An old man stood in the middle of the room and loudly shouted.
Everyone turned a deaf ear to him.
The clouds of war were looming over everyone's minds.
Many cultivators were whispering to each other, loudly discussing, blaming each other, some of them even seemed like they were about to start a fight.
In contrast to this situation, most of the cultivators were dejected, sitting there blankly without saying a word.
Their eyes were blank, their bodies completely motionless, as if their souls had already left, leaving only an empty shell of a person.
The old man looked around with a deep sense of loss in his eyes.
But very quickly, he regained his composure.
— — -he had no choice, otherwise, the entire cultivation alliance would be done for.
The old man took a deep breath, gathered all of his spirit energy, and shouted: "Silence!"
This shout caused the entire world to tremble, even the void of space outside the world itself began to ripple.
The cultivators' voices slowly became smaller and smaller.
Taking this chance, the old man loudly declared: "I know everyone is feeling dejected and fearful right now, but this isn't the time to be dejected, we have more pressing matters to attend to"
Hearing that, some of the cultivators couldn't hold back their emotions anymore and were about to speak up.
The old man hurriedly reached his hand out, pointed around the room, and spoke in a low voice: "My wounds are about to erupt, do you want me to just give up and leave right now?"
As soon as he said that, the cultivators all went silent.
The room went completely silent.
The old man sighed tiredly, feeling a bit comforted.
"As everyone knows, the Cultivation Demon Nation has issued an ultimatum, demanding that we immediately surrender"
"At a time like this, many forces are already at war, unable to even look after themselves, let alone help us"
"But we are true cultivators, no matter what, will you surrender to those scum and become the slaves of the [Order]?"
"We won't!"
"Definitely not!"
"I would rather die than become a slave!"
"You're right!"
The cultivators all agreed.
The old man raised his voice and said again: "I must make one thing clear to everyone, the defeat of this war is all because of me alone. It was because of my incompetence in commanding and fighting that the Cultivation Alliance suffered such a huge blow"
Another cultivator spoke up: "Dao Lord Hao Ran, this isn't your fault, we all know this"
Another cultivator sighed: "Dao Lord, Dao Dao Sect Sect Sect Alliance, Sect Sect Sect, Dao Sect, or Sect Dao Cultivators Sect Dao Sect Sect.
"More importantly, they've created a cultivation nation and have the [Demon King Order]'s support. We're all cultivators, but we can't catch up to their cultivation speed" someone loudly shouted.
This is a depressing fact.
The cultivators finally couldn't hold themselves back anymore and once again broke out into a heated discussion.
Dao Lord Hao Ran waved his hand and cast a muting spell, forcibly suppressing all the voices of discussion.
He struggled to speak up: "I'm about to die, but our Alliance is still being pressured by war"
"The Cultivation Alliance needs a new leader to lead us to continue our struggle"
"All of you must give your opinions as soon as possible"
After saying so, Dao Lord Hao Ran sighed and let go of the silence technique.
He silently waited for everyone to give their opinions.
No one said anything.
Everyone remained silent.
Dao Lord Hao Ran sighed and angrily spoke: "You're not willing to become the slaves of the [Demon King Order], that's why you're here, but why can't you even choose a leader now?"
Someone tried to persuade him in a low voice: "Dao Lord Hao Ran, please don't be angry, of course we're not willing, but we've just been defeated, even you …"
Dao Lord Hao Ran immediately replied: "That's right, they're very aggressive, their methods are stronger than ours, and the [Demon King Order] is always supporting them — — but don't worry, before I die, I will do something for everyone"
Everyone looked up with an attentive expression on their faces.
Dao Lord Hao Ran laughed self-deprecatingly: "This old man only has Dao techniques and Thaumaturgies, but I can't stop the [Demon King Order]'s oppression. But if this old man puts his life on the line, I can easily destroy over half of their army!"
"This way, the Demon Nation won't be able to launch another war for a period of time"
"That's why! You! Now! We need to quickly choose a new leader!!! "
"Otherwise, my death will be meaningless!!!"
At this point, the Dao Lord was already shouting himself hoarse.
All the cultivators were moved.
To fight against the [Demon King Order], the Dao Lord had already given his all, even to the point of death.
Everyone here had clearly managed to survive, so what was there to feel dejected about?
They temporarily escaped from the shadow of their defeat, regained their fighting spirit, and began to seriously consider this problem.
The sect masters discussed among themselves for a bit before standing up and loudly declaring: "We recommend the leader of Ling Ming Great world, Venerable Qing Yun"
Their proposal was immediately received by a large number of cultivators.
"Venerable Qing Yun's cultivation is unparalleled, he's a prideful person, he's always been at odds with the Demon Nation, we can be assured with him as the alliance's leader"
"That's right, Venerable Qing Yun is trustworthy"
"I think it's possible"
Everyone discussed.
But even more people didn't say anything.
Dao Lord Hao Ran looked at a middle-aged cultivator and asked: "Venerable Qing Yun, what is your personal opinion?"
The middle-aged cultivator stood up and sighed.
He smiled bitterly: "I'm very grateful for everyone's support, but I know my own limits"
"At this time when the [Order] is getting closer and closer, I don't have the confidence to lead the alliance"
"In fact, even now, I still don't know how to win against those cultivators who have an [Order]"
His words struck a chord in everyone's hearts.
That's right.
Against cultivators of the same cultivation level, how can they fight in order to win against cultivators who have the support of an [Order]?
This was a dead end.
If no one can solve this problem, the cultivation alliance will only continue to lose in future battles until it's completely destroyed.
This was already a foreseeable ending.
Everyone was saddened by this.
After a while.
A few more cultivation organizations elected a Venerable.
But that Venerable also gave up.
That Venerable turned to everyone and loudly declared: "I believe that many people of the same cultivation level as me are thinking the same thing"
"Even Dao Lord Hao Ran failed — — I don't believe that I can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Dao Lord, nor do I believe that I can lead the alliance against the Demon Nation"
"Please don't waste any more time electing someone like me, everyone must choose someone who can truly go against [Order] as their leader"
Everyone agreed.
In the past, there might have been many people who were willing to take over the entire alliance, even scheming against each other for power.
But this was a time of war, a time when the alliance could be destroyed at any moment, when everyone could die in battle at any moment.
Who would dare to take over the alliance at this darkest moment?
Who would dare to say that they could save the entire cultivation alliance?
The cultivators in the entire world once again fell into a long period of silence.
After a long time, a voice rang out.
"Perhaps we can change our thinking and choose those who performed well in the previous wars"
Everyone turned to look.
The person who spoke was an old man dressed in a Daoist robe. Half of his body was stained with blood.
He was the leader of a certain cultivation world. In the previous battles, he had always been brave and unyielding, almost dying several times.
This was a cultivator worthy of respect.
Someone agreed, "This is a good idea."
Venerable Greencloud bitterly smiled and said, "In this battle, the entire alliance suffered a crushing defeat on all fronts. Where can we find any outstanding people?"
As soon as he said that, the whole place fell silent.
The cultivators couldn't help but recall the previous war.
"That's not right," someone said hesitantly.
"Yes, it's not a complete defeat."
"There seems to be one attack that was very impressive."
"I remember too."
"That was the only counterattack."
"And it was very successful."
"The loss is very small."
"The demonized cultivators were all killed by a single person."
"Yes, I've seen the battle report. They were indeed killed by one person."
"Is there such a person?"
"Yes. Have you forgotten about that world that joined the Alliance not long ago?"
"What? Who is it? "
"That's him."
The cultivators all discussed among themselves.
Dao Lord Hao Ran thought for a bit, looked at everyone, and nodded unnoticeably.
The Dao Lord raised his voice: "Now, I invite everyone to discuss whether or not we can recommend this Dao friend as the new leader of the alliance"
"This Dao friend is the most outstanding person in the previous war, Venerable Bai Hua, Xie Dao Ling"
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