“The extermination of the border troops has angered me more than all of you. Of those 327 soul lanterns, half were lit by my own hands.”
The clan leader’s voice finally sounded cold, “But anger is anger, and decisions are decisions. I have ruled the Liuchen Divine Clan for tens of thousands of years, not by banging on the table and being the loudest, but by understanding the situation before acting.”
He turned around, his gaze fixed on the vast sky outside the main hall, and fell silent for a moment.
“Convey my orders.”
He spoke, word by word, “First, the order to launch the expedition is hereby revoked immediately. All elite troops of the Divine Capital Headquarters are to remain where they are. No one is permitted to go to war without my personal order.”
Second, the most elite secret scouts must be recruited from the Dark Guard and immediately infiltrated into Falling Star City. They had to find out all the details about this person as quickly as possible—his identity, his origins, his bloodline, his actual combat strength, whether he had any accomplices, and whether he had any background in the Upper Realm.
“I need to know everything about him, even when he eats and when he sleeps.”
He paused, his voice becoming deeper, “Third, send someone to contact the Twenty-Four Heavens to investigate the reaction of the gods of the Upper Realm.”
If this person’s background truly surpasses the Twenty-third Heaven realm, I will make up my own mind. But until then—the entire army would remain silent, investigating but not engaging in battle.
After the order was given, the hall fell silent for a moment, then everyone stood up, bowed, and accepted the order.
Even though the war-fighting elder was filled with resentment, he did not dare to utter a word and could only grit his teeth and bow, saying, “Your people obey.”
The elders of the peace faction also bowed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as everyone was about to leave, the royal elder who had been arguing with the major factions for most of the day stopped, turned around, and walked back while saying solemnly, “Patriarch, there is one more thing.”
The Lord of Falling Star City, Shi Linyuan, had completely submitted to that cultivator. He had scrolls of the Secret Realm of the Twenty-Three Heavens compiled by the previous city lords, which marked the locations of several sealed ancient sites.
The extraterrestrial nuclear fragments scattered within the closed area were most likely exactly what the cultivator wanted to collect next.
The clan leader paused for a moment and slowly turned around.
“A sealed ancient site?”
His voice turned cold. “The seals on those places have been loosening for thousands of years, and nuclear fragments are constantly seeping out. Those places have always been important resources secretly controlled by our clan. If he targets those places”
“Then we absolutely must not let him succeed.”
The royal elder said in a deep voice, “If he collects a large amount of nuclear debris, the consequences will be unimaginable.”
The clan head was silent for a moment, then finally raised his eyes to look at the vast expanse of clouds outside the main hall, his voice as cold as frost: “Order all the guards at the borders to closely monitor the movements of those sealed ancient sites.”
If you find any signs that he is approaching report it immediately, and I will make a decision. But before I give an order, no one must act without permission, and must not inform him.
The orders were passed from one level to another, and everyone received their orders and left the main hall.
The crushed token on the gold-plated altar was carefully removed by the attendant. The more than three hundred soul lamps in the empty dome remained silent and dark, like a void that could never be healed.
After everyone had left, the clan leader stood alone in the middle of the main hall, staring at the direction of Falling Star City that was faintly visible in the distant horizon, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of emotions.
Anger, fear, caution, and a vague unease that even he himself was reluctant to admit were all mixed together, weighing on his heart.
For the first time in tens of thousands of years, he doubted whether his decision to “remain dormant” was right or wrong.
Intuition told him that the appearance of the gray-robed monk was far more than just an unexpected incident at the border.
The purplish-gray sword light, over three hundred extinguished soul lamps, and the four words “Chaos Great Luo” all tacitly conveyed the same thing—the peaceful days that the Liuchen God Clan had lived in had probably come to an end.
The wind outside the main hall blew in through the windows, making the bases of the empty soul lamps jingle gently, as if someone was ringing a bell gently in the distance, but no one answered.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the main conflict in this chapter?
A: Two factions are fiercely debating a critical decision.
Q: Who ultimately resolves the dispute?
A: The clan leader steps in to halt the argument.
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