[END] Will Eternal

Chapter 218: Separate Negotiations

A Will Eternal – Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Separate Negotiations

Bai Xiaochun looked at Bruiser in shock. Under his mask, he smiled warmly; the fact that Bruiser was so powerful made him ecstatic.

Furthermore, the exclamation of shock around him made him even more excited. At this moment, he hoped to announce: "That's my Bruiser!"

However, Bai Xiaochun knew that such a thing was impossible. He remained in the Blood Flow Sect's group of cultivators, giving Bruiser the view that only the two of them could understand.

Be a good boy and come back. Dad has some things to deal with, then he'll come for you.

The bruiser suddenly stopped in place. He was smart, and had been well trained by Bai Xiaochun. It only took a moment for him to understand what Bai Xiaochun wanted. He bared his teeth at the people of the Blood Stream Sect, emitting air with incredible ferocity. Then, his gaze turned to Song Junwan's chest, where it lasted a long time …

Although the few people present knew what the look meant, Bai Xiaochun understood, and he could not help but once more and then looked at Bruiser.

Snarling, Bruiser lowered his head then turned around and left. In the blink of an eye, he left. The other battle beasts let out powerful howls and then returned to the side of their master.

The energy that toppled the mountain, which dried up the sea from a moment ago faded to the point that it could not even be detected. At that moment, something else happened that was undetectable by someone else. Someone in the crowd at Irispetal Peak was staring at Bai Xiaochun within the forces of the Blood Flow Sect.

It was a beautiful young lady in simple and simple clothes. It looked very strange in his eyes, and his face was very pale. However, nothing detracted from her beauty; it only made her seem more worthy of being loved.

The young lady smiled, but covered it with her hands as she muttered to herself, "So, dear, you are in the Blood Flow Sect …."

A strange light flashed past his eyes. The girl was none other than Gongsun Wan’er, who was lost in the Fallen Sword Abyss. During the time that Bai Xiaochun had spent in the Bloodstream Sect, he had returned to the Spirit Stream Sect!

At the moment when Gongsun Wan’er looked at Bai Xiaochun, the Heaven-Dao aura within him moved. Sensing that someone was staring at him, he glanced over to try to determine who that person was. At the same time, the old lady from Irispetal Peak smiled, thinking to herself that all her years of pampering Bruiser had finally paid off. One command from him had made him leave.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Gentlemen, I think it would be better if we stayed away from the north bank." Although his expression was grim, he was inwardly pleased.

Song Junwan took a deep breath to calm himself down. Although he had realized that the Spirit Stream Sect had a king of ferocious beasts, seeing it with his own eyes made him shaken in a completely different way than before.

"According to the secret report, the beast king was raised by Bai Xiaochun," he mused to himself. "He achieved the Establishment of the Heaven-Dao Foundation, and gained the enlightenment of the Waterswamp Kingdom. Who exactly is this guy ?! If only he was a Blood Flow Sect cultivator! "

Song Junwan was not interested in touring anymore. Just as he was about to respond to the old lady from Irispetal Peak, a cold snort echoed out from the sky above. A huge vortex appeared, from which stepped the patriarch of the Song Clan, surrounded by flickering flames.

He was followed from behind by Li Zimo, who had a look of regret on his face.

A gloomy expression, the patriarch of the Song Clan looked back at the vortex, and then at Li Zimo. "Make no mistake, Fellow Daoists of the Spirit Stream Sect. If war breaks out, the battle will not stop until the bitter end! "

The one who responded to the patriarch of the Song Clan was not Li Zimo. An ancient and gloomy face appeared within the vortex, a face that seemed to radiate boundless time. As he spoke, only his voice caused ripples to spread out in all directions. "Your demands are too harsh, Fellow Daoist Song. The Spirit Stream Sect was better off going to war than being strangled slowly for a thousand years! "

This man was none other than the first generation patriarch of the Spirit Stream Sect, Frigidsect!

The Song Clan's Patriarch snorted coldly and looked away. Waving his sleeves, he summoned a blood cloud, and then waved his hand at the blood stream cultivators.

"Go away!" she said. Bai Xiaochun and the others flew into the air and landed onto the blood cloud, which was boiling as it shot into the distance.

A moment later, no trace of him could be seen!

Everything happened so quickly that the people from the Spirit Stream Sect were completely shocked. The face that had just appeared in the vortex watched the blood clouds dart away, and his expression turned even gloomier by the second.

"Should we stop Song, old man?" Li Zimo asked slowly.

A short while later, the first generation patriarch replied, “Song's old master has an incredible cultivation base. Among the eight patriarchs of the Bloodstream Sect, his level of battle prowess was in the top three. The fact that he visited us alone shows that he came prepared, especially for tricks. If we provoke him, he would definitely not be bound by morality in his counterattack. "

Li Zimo hesitated for a moment. Unable to bear the thought of how many casualties the war would bring, he softly said, “Brother Frigidsect, the Bloodstream Sect also does not want to fight. You can see it from their demands. They've retreated as far as they can. Why we don't– ”

“Zimo, you are too soft-hearted. Right now, the gentleness of heart would not benefit anyone. I know that many lives will be lost if we go to war. The Spirit Stream Sect did not want such a catastrophic event to happen. That's why I originally agreed with Song Yunwen's demands that we not go to war. Even if it means missing a great opportunity, we can avoid the destruction of our sect, and lose many lives among the younger generation …. " The ancient voice of the Frigidsect looked tired, although no one could hear his words other than Li Zimo and the other ancestors.

"We agreed not to attack the Bloodstream Sect, or to join the Sky River Court. That is a demand we can meet. However, there is no way we can agree to the establishment of the spell formation in the Heavenspan River!

“If we let the Heavenspan River dry up in our area, all to prevent a disaster, the spiritual energy here will be even scarcer. For a thousand years sealed, the cultivation base of everyone within the seal would stagnate. Progress would not be possible, and it would only take several hundred years from the thousand year period for the Spirit Stream Sect to wither away in death. Even if the sect still exists a thousand years later, we will become peerless weak. We will only give up our own right to decide our fate, and let anyone come and destroy us!

"Fate will be like a sword hanging from our necks. Moreover, in a thousand years, the Bloodstream Sect would be completely different from the one that existed now. They would become a large sect in the Middle Reach, much stronger than now. At that time, they may feel sorry for us, and respect their agreement from before. But if they don't feel that way, they can destroy us as easily as turning their hands around! ” In the eyes of the founder patriarch, it is almost possible to see all future deaths. His voice sounded very gloomy.

“Disegel for a thousand years will avoid death at this time, but the truth is, it will only delay our inevitable destruction. We are actually in a much better situation now, with all the different variables at play. If we go to war, we might not be able to defeat the Blood Stream Sect on our own, but with the cooperation of the other forces, we will have a chance.

“Zimo, sometimes we patriarchs have to look at the bigger picture, not just the events happening right in front of us. We have to consider the future!

“It would be better for the Spirit Stream Sect to go to war in battle, rather than panting and desperately heading for death a thousand years from now. Obviously, there is only one way for us! " The founding patriarch seems to be very tired. After he finished speaking, he returned to the vortex. Immediately, the vortex itself disappeared. Li Zimo floated silently there for a moment, the desire for battle slowly piling up in his eyes. As the founding patriarch said, standing up and fighting has hope of survival, whereas hiding only ensures a tragic end later on!

Finally, the order from Sect Leader Zheng Yuandong was sent to the southern and northern banks.

"The great spell formation of the sect will be activated, along with all the formations in the Luochen Mountains. All disciples should immediately return to the sect to start preparing for the war !! ‘

Meanwhile, a blood cloud shot out at high speed in the air between the Spirit Stream Sect and the Blood Stream Sect. The cultivators of the Blood Stream Sect were scared to death; even the face of the patriarch of the Song Clan looked pale as he sat in front of the clouds, frowning in thought.

As everyone pondered over the words spoken by the patriarch of the Song Clan when he left the vortex, they realized that the discussion with the Spirit Stream Sect had not ended well.

Apparently, a war between the two sects could break out at any time. That in turn made the journey back to their own sect seem much more fraught with danger.

Master God-Diviner's face was pale as he looked into his lap and performed auguries. Bai Xiaochun also maintained his silence. He knew the big picture, and he knew why the Spirit Stream Sect had made their choice. He breathed in his heart. The great things that affected the entire sect were things that he was not qualified to participate in or intervene in. He could only turn his head and look back at the Spirit Stream Sect, his heart ached from worry.

Song Junwan sat next to the patriarch of the Song Clan in front of the clouds, his face covered in a mask of vigilance as he scanned the path ahead for possible danger. Everyone in the clouds just sat there quietly.

Time pass. Finally, the clouds passed through the Luochen Mountains to arrive at the region of the Bloodstream Sect. At that moment, the eyes of the patriarch of the Song Clan opened, and they shone with a deep chill.

No single attack occurred, and in fact, once they left the Spirit Stream Sect region, the Luochen Mountains began to rumble, and waves of light surged into the sky. A huge barrier now existed, clearly restricting the boundary between the two sects.

After a while, the patriarch of the Song Clan muttered, "Played well, Spirit Stream Sect …."

Deep in his eyes could be seen regret and respect. He suddenly waved his sleeve, and three light motifs flew out, which turned into three shadow figures. There was one that Bai Xiaochun immediately recognized. It was none other than Patriarch Limitless.

"So they didn't intercept us?" Those three figures were imaginary projections of the ancestors from the Blood Stream Sect. As soon as they appeared, the cultivators above the clouds clasped hands in official remarks, including Bai Xiaochun. Then he looked up, startled by the strange fluctuations emerging from the shadow figure.

"I put myself as bait," said the gentle patriarch of the Song Clan. “Either because of their truth or suspicion, they allowed me to leave. That in itself is the kind of fear that dominates. The Spirit Stream Sect is indeed a worthy enemy! "

The other three patriarchs maintained their silence. As for Patriarch Limitless, he looked towards the Spirit Stream Sect and shook his head. Sighing softly, he said, “This is too bad. We can't trust them, nor can they trust us. ”

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