Chapter 472 (1)
The words of the First Holy Lord stirred the emotions of the many powerful cultivators present, filling them with a sense of lancholy.
The previously tense and confrontational atmosphere suddenly eased.
Those below the Golden Core Realm did not perceive the change.
But the powerful cultivators of the Golden Core Realm were instantly alard, their vigilance rising.
"This old man… what a formidable divine soul technique! To think that he could, without a trace, influence the emotions of so many experts!"
A Golden Core cultivator secretly exclaid in admiration.
Everyone qualified to attend this Holy Assembly was undoubtedly a powerhouse.
Even the weakest among them had at least reached the Peak Innate Stage.
Their minds were naturally resolute beyond question.
Yet, whatever divine soul technique the First Holy Lord had used, it had silently swayed the hearts of the entire audience.
Even the Golden Core cultivators present had not noticed at first.
Now that they were aware, soone was bound to intervene.
Otherwise, would the situation not once again fall under the control of Sacred Mountain?
At that mont, a sigh rang out. "The Holy Lord speaks true. Ti is ruthless and fleeting.
Even for us cultivators, a mont of negligence could lead to stagnation, forever trapped at a bottleneck.
Eventually, we would waste away and turn to dust.
Thus, for those who walk the path of cultivation, we must fight!
We fight against the heavens, against the earth, and against others!
Seizing all possible resources, refining them into our own cultivation, to ascend to the supre peak of the Dao!"
The final words were spoken with resolute conviction, brimming with killing intent.
Not only did this statent reveal the speaker’s determination, but it also shattered the atmosphere the First Holy Lord had carefully cultivated.
The sharp aura pierced through the lancholy, snapping everyone back to their senses.
Not only did they awaken from their sorrowful emotions, but they also instinctively nodded in agreent.
Indeed, the path of cultivation is one that defies the heavens. Naturally, everything must be fought for!
Realizing this, the mood of the gathering once again turned solemn and tense.
Seeing the atmosphere he had painstakingly built up instantly destroyed, the First Holy Lord's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward the speaker.
It was a black-robed elder.
The faint pressure radiating from his body also carried traces of a Golden Core Realm aura.
With a slight thought, the First Holy Lord recalled the elder’s identity.
A smile appeared on his face. "So it is Daoist ng Dian of the Guiyuan Sect. I have heard that you recently underwent tribulation and attained the Golden Core Realm. That is truly a cause for celebration—our righteous path has gained another Golden Core expert."
"It was rely a fortunate breakthrough." ng Dian inclined his head slightly with a humble deanor. "My cultivation is still far from comparable to your esteed self, First Holy Lord, the foremost Golden Core cultivator."
Given the records, the three Holy Lords of Sacred Mountain were all at least a thousand years old.
Thus, even though ng Dian was also a Golden Core cultivator, his addressing himself as a junior was not inappropriate.
However, his words caused a ripple among the powerful figures present.
It was true that the First Holy Lord was the first to undergo tribulation and form a Golden Core after the world's revival.
But whether he truly deserved the title of "Foremost Golden Core" was another matter.
After all, that person still existed.
ng Dian’s seemingly humble words were, in reality, placing the First Holy Lord in a difficult position.
How scheming!
Could it be that the Guiyuan Sect was planning to challenge Sacred Mountain at this Holy Assembly?
Sensing the subtle implications behind ng Dian’s words, the more perceptive individuals imdiately sensed sothing unusual.
And at the ntion of that person, many in the crowd instinctively started scanning their surroundings.
Yet, after a thorough search, there was no sign of the legendary figure.
Could it be that he had not co to Sacred City? Was the carriage that entered the city that day carrying soone else?
So could not help but entertain such thoughts.
"ng Daoist, your words make this old man feel quite ashad."
The First Holy Lord chuckled lightly. "I rely have the advantage of age. Having cultivated longer than most, I happened to undergo tribulation earlier.
As for the title 'Foremost Golden Core,' I would not dare claim it.
With the revival of the heavens and earth, talents are erging in abundance. Before long, this old man will surely be surpassed by you all."
Unfazed by ng Dian’s veiled provocation, the First Holy Lord maintained his warm smile.
Seeing this, ng Dian gave a cold chuckle and pressed on. "The First Holy Lord is far too modest. But tell , does the esteed Holy Lord agree with what I just said?"
"ng Daoist speaks wisely," the First Holy Lord replied. "For us cultivators, the path of cultivation is indeed a struggle. We fight for opportunities, for techniques, for that sliver of a chance to survive."
Hearing the First Holy Lord's agreent, a triumphant smile crept onto ng Dian’s face.
"In that case, since all the great sects and factions are gathered here at this Holy Assembly...
Why don’t we take this opportunity to redefine how the world is divided?"
A hush fell over the crowd.
No one had expected ng Dian to strike so suddenly, proposing to divide the world just as the Holy Assembly had begun.
More shocking was the boldness of the Guiyuan Sect.
Since when did they have such confidence?
All eyes turned toward the First Holy Lord, waiting to see how he would respond.
After all, the purpose of this Holy Assembly had already been clearly stated in the invitations.
It was to discuss and reestablish the world’s order.
The Guiyuan Sect's move was an outright challenge to Sacred Mountain's authority.
If the First Holy Lord did not respond, Sacred Mountain’s prestige would surely suffer.
Yet, to everyone’s surprise, upon hearing ng Dian's words, the First Holy Lord's expression remained unchanged.
Still wearing his usual smiling deanor, he asked, "Oh? And how does ng Daoist propose to divide the world?"
"Naturally, it should be divided by strength!" ng Dian declared without hesitation. "For us cultivators, strength is paramount!
In the end, it is the strong who hold the truth!
Likewise, the stronger sects should occupy more cultivation resources!
Would the Holy Lord not agree?"
"Indeed," the First Holy Lord nodded.
"So I propose that at this Holy Assembly, we establish a new decree, where each sect’s territory is determined according to its strength.
The stronger sects will claim more land, while the weaker ones should voluntarily surrender their excess territories!
Furthermore, weaker sects bordering stronger ones should be required to pay regular tribute in exchange for protection!"
ng Dian’s words flowed smoothly, as though he had long since prepared for this mont.
However, his proposal sent a chill down everyone’s spines.
If his plan were implented, then aside from the most powerful factions, all the other sects would find themselves in dire straits.
Would they not risk becoming vassals to these greater powers at any mont?
Imdiately, the massive stone platform erupted into a commotion.
The sects with lesser strength outright rejected the proposal.
Even those from Cold Water Palace wore expressions of shock and fury.
If such a rule were enacted, wouldn’t those without Golden Core cultivators be forced to submit to others?
On the other hand, the leaders of the most powerful sects seed intrigued by ng Dian’s idea.
As the clamor grew louder, a trace of impatience flickered across ng Dian’s face.
Then, suddenly, he bellowed—
"Silence!"
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