Chapter 616 - 281: Brother Wu’s Talk Therapy

The expression of the Blood River Demon Venerable turned solemn, cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"I will surely give it my all!"

He did not utter any grandiose words, nor did he have any of the flamboyant loyalty shown by that young man from the White Bone Immortal Sect.

This was definitely not because he wanted to comply outwardly but resist inwardly.

But because he understood the undertones in Lu Wenwu’s words, recognizing the overwhelming killing intent hidden behind the calm words!

There is no requirement for quantity, but obedience is a must, even if only the Blood Refining Demon Palace remains.

What this implies goes without saying.

If they do not come obediently, they can be directly sent on their way!

Even if he has to exterminate the entire Demonic Dao, Lu Wenwu would not hesitate to do so.

A common man’s anger could stain five steps with blood.

The wrath of the Son of Heaven could leave corpses of millions, with rivers of blood flowing a thousand miles!

Even Saint Venerable Heng Ru faintly felt the brutality contained within these two sentences.

For others, this might at most be a joke.

But with Lu Wenwu saying it, he was truly capable of doing such things!

An unrivaled combat power of the contemporary Dragon Emperor, no one would doubt the truthfulness of his words!

Lu Wenwu nodded slightly, acknowledging the assurance of the Blood River Demon Venerable.

This titan who had ruled the Demonic Dao for over a thousand years still had some tricks up his sleeve.

In any case, stability during the decisive battle must be ensured.

Once decided to protect the homeland of the Old Dragon Emperor, every effort must be made to achieve it.

If there are still stubborn individuals within the Demonic Dao, Lu Wenwu does not mind adding more residents to his Endless Sea of Blood.

"Execute quickly." Lu Wenwu waved his hand.

The Blood River Demon Venerable bowed and gave a signal to the South Peak.

Then, leading several Demon Path Divinity Transformations, he swiftly exited the Dragon Emperor Hall and ascended into the sky towards the West.

With the departure of both the Demonic Dao and Demon Race, the hall immediately felt much more spacious.

Only a dozen members of the Immortal Dao Alliance remained, communicating continuously through voice transmission.

"Saint Venerable Heng Ru, it’s time for you from the Righteous Dao to make a statement."

Lu Wenwu looked at him with a smile, deliberately emphasizing the words "Righteous Dao."

Saint Venerable Heng Ru, unsure of how to respond, could only manage a wry smile.

What should have been the front-facing characters actually had the worst relationship with His Majesty the Dragon Emperor before him, scoring low in his eyes, almost negative.

This situation, all due to their arrogance, is self-inflicted and cannot be blamed on others.

He swept his Divine Sense over the expressions of his surrounding colleagues and couldn’t help but sigh.

If he could, he would also prefer the straightforward and simple method of the Blood River Demon Venerable, killing all the resisters, leaving only those solely dedicated to saving the world to build the defense line in the Arctic.

Unfortunately, this is not feasible.

The Righteous Dao is not like the Demonic Dao.

The Demonic Dao is no more than a tower forged by accumulating scattered sand; it may possess sky-reaching strength, but inherently lacks stability.

The Righteous Dao, however, is different.

After tens of thousands of years, the various forces have long been intertwined due to Dao companions, lineage, inheritance, disciples, friends, interests, and so on. It is deeply rooted and cannot be severed crudely.

If this were to continue, I’m afraid in the end, there wouldn’t be many left in the Righteous Dao at all!

Who doesn’t have a few friends or relatives?

After a moment of silence, Saint Venerable Heng Ru, resigned to the situation, frankly said, "I’m afraid His Majesty the Dragon Emperor will be disappointed. Besides those of us who participated in the Battle of Celestial Secret City, I have no confidence in commanding any other colleagues."

"Perhaps lower-level junior cultivators might enlist, and some hot-blooded Golden Core or Nascent Soul geniuses might respond to the call. But those seasoned Nascent Souls and even Divinity Transformations, I’m afraid..."

At this point, Saint Venerable Heng Ru found himself unable to continue, feeling his face heating up with embarrassment.

He was all too aware of the nature of the cultivators within the Immortal Dao Alliance.

Selfishness is not exclusively the domain of demonic cultivators.

Whether it’s because their blood already ran cold, or because they are naive, or because they lack foresight.

But such is the reality.

These few top Immortal Sects can move mainly because they had previously made Heavenly Dao Oaths, and the high-level members were almost wiped out by Lu Wenwu.

Saint Venerable Heng Ru didn’t even dare to guarantee that there weren’t deserters among them, or those who would hide their progeny in the Mortal Realm to keep them from fighting.

Most cultivators, or rather most cultivators who survived for decades in the Cultivation Realm, are very practical.

These old monsters who have lived for thousands of years know the Dragon Emperor won’t lie.

But what about those who have barely entered the Cultivation Realm for a few years, such as those in Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core?

Put yourself in their shoes; if an ancient ancestor who hasn’t shown up for over ten thousand years suddenly says to you, "Come quickly to the battle, the world is ending," who would believe such an absurd statement?

The credibility is even less than "I am Emperor Qin Shi Huang, send me 50 and I’ll make you Grand General."

To them, the existence of the Dragon Emperor is just a legend.

Not even a universally known legend among everyone.

Besides, even if it’s true, what then?

If the sky falls, the tallest will hold it up, what does this have to do with us?

There are so many people in the world, someone will go, why must it be me?

With or without me, it won’t make a difference.

You say the world will end; does your word make it so?

This is the true thought in the minds of many cultivators.

If you ask them to engage in politics, they wish that as soon as they hear about the invasion of the Outer Heaven Demon, the Immortal Dao Alliance would immediately charge into their lair and slaughter them all.