The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 1367 705: Intuition (Part 2)

"We agreed not to attack the Blood Flow Sect, nor to join forces with the Sky River Court. These are demands we can meet. However, we cannot agree to set up spells along the Heavenly Bay River!

"If we allow the Tianspan River to dry up in our region to prevent disaster, then the spiritual energy here will become scarce. Throughout the sealing process of one thousand years, everyone's cultivation base inside the seal will stagnate. Progress will be impossible, and within this thousand-year cycle, it would only take a few hundred years for the Spirit Creek Sect to wither and head towards death. Even if the sect still exists after a thousand years, we will be incomparable. We are simply giving up our right to decide our fate, allowing anyone to destroy us!

Destiny is like a sword hanging over our necks. Furthermore, in a thousand years, the Blood Flow Sect will be completely different from today. They will be a great faction in the Middle River Region, much stronger than now. At that time, they might have sympathy for us and respect their previous agreements. However, if they dislike it, they could easily destroy us as if they were moving their hand!" In the eyes of the founder ancestor, nearly all these future deaths could be seen. His voice sounded cold.

"Sealing for a thousand years can temporarily avoid death, but the fact is, it only postpones our inevitable destruction. In reality, we are in a better state now, with all the different variables at work. If we do wage war, we may not be able to independently defeat the Blood Flow Sect, but with the cooperation of other forces, we will have a chance.

"Zimo, sometimes our clan leaders must look at the big picture, not just the events happening in front of them. We must consider the future!

"From now on, a journey of a thousand miles is better than taking short breaths and stepping onto the road to death; fighting is better for the Spiritual Stream Sect. Clearly, we only have one path!" After speaking, he retreated into the vortex. Soon, the vortex itself disappeared. Li Zimo lingered there for a moment, slowly forming a desire to fight in his eyes. As the founding ancestor had said, standing and fighting brought hope for survival, while hiding only ensured a tragic aftermath!

Finally, the order from the sect leader, Zheng Yuandong, was sent to the north and south banks.

"The great magic form of the sect and all forms on Luoshan Mountain will be activated. All disciples must return immediately to the sect and begin preparations for war!

Meanwhile, the Blood Cloud shot through the air between the Spiritual Stream Sect and the Blood Stream Sect at lightning speed. Cultivators from the Blood Flow Sect were scared to death. The face of the grandfather of the Song Yun Clan appeared pale, sitting in front of the clouds, frowning.

When everyone recalled the words spoken by the Song Clan Patriarch upon leaving the vortex, they realized that the discussion with the Spirit Creek Sect did not end well.

Clearly, a war between the two factions could erupt at any time. Conversely, returning to their own sect seemed filled with danger.

Master Davina looked down and performed a prophecy, appearing pale-faced. Bai Xiaochun also remained silent. He knew the overall situation, he understood why the Spirit Stream Sect made its choice. He sighed inwardly. Such significant matters affecting the entire sect were beyond his qualification to participate or intervene. He could only turn back and look at the Spiritual Stream Festival, his heart aching with worry.

Song Junwan sat next to the Song Clan Patriarch in front of the clouds, her face covered in vigilance in the face of potential danger ahead. Everyone else on the cloud just sat quietly.

Time flew by. Eventually, the clouds passed through the Luo Mountains, reaching the Blood Flow Sect territory. At that moment, the eyes of the Song Clan Patriarch opened, flashing with deep, cold light.

No ambush occurred; in fact, the moment they left the territory of the Spirit Creek Sect, the Luo Mountains began to rumble, with beams of light shooting into the sky. Now, a huge barrier existed, clearly delineating the boundary between the two sects.

Shortly after, the Song Clan Patriarch mumbled: "Well played, Spirit Creek Sect..."

Regret and respect could be seen in his eyes. Suddenly he waved his sleeve, and three beams of light flew out, transforming into three shadowy figures. Bai Xiaochun immediately recognized one of them. It was none other than Clan Leader Wuxian.

"So they did not intercept us?" These three figures were phantom projections of the Blood Flow Sect's clan leaders. Once they appeared, the cultivator on the cloud officially greeted them, Bai Xiaochun included. Then he raised his head, shocked at the strange fluctuations produced by the shadowy figures.

"I made myself bait," the Song Clan Patriarch whispered. "Whether because of their righteousness or their suspicion, they allowed me to leave. That itself is a kind of domineering fearlessness. The Spiritual Stream Sect is indeed a worthy enemy!"

The other three clan leaders remained silent. As for the Infinite Sect Leader, he looked towards the direction of the Spiritual Stream Sect, shaking his head. He sighed softly and said, "It's a pity. We cannot trust them, and they cannot trust us." As the Blood Cloud rushed towards the Blood Flow Sect, it roiled and churned. Everyone was wrapped in their own thoughts, and no one spoke. Yan Xiaobao was the most silent, though he occasionally glanced back towards the direction of the Spirit Creek Sect.

When he returned to the Immortal Cave at Middle Peak, it was already evening. He sat quietly until late at night, the moon hanging high. Unfortunately, the issue of war between the two sects was something he had nothing to say about. It was a game between the clan leaders of the two sects.

He felt tired. He didn't even like to think about battles and killings, but he also knew that sometimes, no matter how much you wanted, some things couldn't be avoided.

He shook his head wearily. The only thing he could do now was to acquire the everlasting relic before the war started and then return to the Spiritual Flow Sect.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, then began his breathing exercises. As he continued advancing through the level of the Immortal Heavenly King, Blood Qi began to rise and flow towards him.

The first level consisted of ten Fierce Ghosts with the strength of wild elephants. Due to his continuous cultivation, his power grew stronger and stronger. By now, he possessed the strength of two Fierce Ghosts.

Upon gaining ten points of strength, he would break through the first level, turning his Fierce Ghost body into a Heavenly Demon body!

Meanwhile, the waters of the River of Heaven in his first Spiritual Sea were continuously absorbed. By now, less than half remained, and from its appearance, this portion will take a long time to fully absorb.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, two months passed. During this period, the Blood Flow Sect continued preparations for war. Of course, war was no joke. Once it started, it would be difficult to stop, and everyone knew that the future of both sects was involved.

The Blood Flow Sect did not fully engage in war. Of the eight clan leaders, four held the mindset that war should be avoided if possible. This group included the Song Clan Patriarch, Clan Leader Wuxian, and two others.

However, one faction composed of three clan leaders insisted on engaging in war. One of these clan leaders, Daoist Sage Droflame, held a position similar to the Song Clan Patriarch, being one of the most powerful experts of the older generation. His words held weight.

Daoist Sage Droflame and the other two clan leaders in his faction were very declaration-minded. The Song Clan Patriarch and his faction had many issues in the war, which led to friction between the two groups.

The one who had the final say in the Blood Flow Sect was the clan leader of this generation, who remained silent on the matter. His perspective on the issue was crucial, yet even he seemed hesitant.

With ongoing discussions and friction among the clan leaders, the entire Blood Flow Sect continued preparing for war.

Finally, the day arrived, and the last drop of heavenly river water flowed into Bai Xiaochun's first Spiritual Sea.

A hoarse voice filled him, audible only to him. He began to shake, sensing his first Spiritual Sea flickering with endless golden light. The hoarse voice emitted, and shortly after, his first Spiritual Sea began to crystallize!

Crystallizing Spiritual Sea!

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