Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 747

Chapter 747: Devotees of Di Xiuyu

Shenlian Yingyue fixed her gaze on a specific location on the map. That location of the Luminous Moon Palace wasn’t marked on the map, which meant that they were safe for now. Since no one had discovered the true location of the Luminous Moon Palace, she didn’t need to worry about their safety for the time being.

She sent a message through the Spirit Bees that she had left to monitor the Luminous Moon Palace, instructing them to inform everyone not to act recklessly.

"What’s your suggestion, everyone?" the voice of the ancestor of the Fairy Palace Sect resounded.

"We can’t kill demons; this has been a problem since ancient times. To uproot them, we can only find the Demon Kings and Demon Princes," said the ancestor of the Helan Clan.

"We can never negotiate terms with them at all unless we give them what they want," the ancestor of the Divine Kunlun Sect said coldly.

"Impossible," everyone immediately disagreed. How could they give away the priceless ancient relics that their ancestors had left for them?

"Yes, I didn’t say it’s possible," the ancestor continued.

Everyone: "......"

The conversation seemed to involve the ancestors of all factions. These ancestors held greater power and control over their factions, serving as the most powerful individuals to have the final say in everything, alongside the patriarchs and sect leaders of each faction.

Everyone shared their opinions one by one, and occasionally, some elders voiced their thoughts, but none of their suggestions were effective.

"Unless someone goes and kills the Demon Emperor, Shen Xian, the war cannot be stopped."

No one knew who had spoken those words, but as soon as they were uttered, everyone inhaled sharply, their souls nearly escaping their bodies.

"Who said that?" the ancestors of the Xuan Clan and other factions roared in fury.

"How dare you speak so foolishly? Do you want us to be buried alongside you?" they shouted, and the pressure from the Crossing Disaster cultivators spread throughout the hall.

Those who were slightly weaker felt breathless, while some individuals spat out blood.

"Seniors, please calm down. Wounding our own people is futile, especially since the situation is not very optimistic now," a beautiful voice echoed, soothing the restless mood of the assembly.

A slender and flawless figure walked into the hall and proceeded to sit in the place reserved only for the saint and priest of the Xuan Clan.

Many people appeared behind her and walked to their respective seats. As if these seats had been specially arranged for them, no one raised any objections about their attitude.

Shenlian Yingyue looked at everyone. The one who had just spoken was Di Xiuyu, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time.

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