The main camp suddenly fell silent.
In the silence, everyone thought of one thing.
The Rashamon Emperor once said to hand over the mad cultivators of the Nine Provinces in exchange for the withdrawal of the three aiding Emperors.
Previously, everyone scoffed at this, despising it.
Yet at this moment, the situation flipped, and the thing everyone despised became the only hope remaining for the Three Thousand Realms.
This hope, so cold, makes one's heart shiver.
This hope, so malicious, sends chills down one's spine.
Yet, this cold and malicious hope is like the most alluring and sinister flower in the world, attracting all the cultivators in the main camp...
Thirty people to save the Three Thousand Realms, to ensure the survival of billions innumerable...
Gradually, all eyes fell upon the thirty people of Xie Tian, some filled with complexity, others calm, cold, pitying, resolute...
Public opinion can mold gold; many eyes can kill.
