As night fell, the sky over the cultivation world seemed shrouded in an intangible haze. Messengers from the major sects and the Nine Nether Sacred Land gathered secretly in a secluded valley, shielded by a powerful formation to prevent external prying. Moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, casting its glow upon this unusual gathering, where every face bore an expression of solemnity and resolve.
Liu Anghai of the Wuji Sword Sect spoke first. "Everyone, we gather here today not for personal grievances, but because the cultivation world faces a moment of life-or-death survival." His voice was steady and powerful, cutting through the silence of the night. "The Shadow Council—that shadow from the West—dares to stretch its hand into our Eastern cultivation world. Their intentions are unforgivable!"
Guigu Muyang gently waved his folding fan, graceful and poised, yet unable to conceal the sharp edge in his eyes. "Sect Master Liu speaks the truth. But we must clearly recognize that the Shadow Council dares to be so arrogant precisely because of our internal discord. If we cannot unite as one, how can we defend against the enemy?"
Chapter 70