The hunting ghost on the ancient table was slightly shaken, but there was a melancholy chirping of a bird, as if it was celebrating something.

Hua Changdeng didn't care. He glanced sideways and noticed something. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, slowly raised his hand, and touched it gently.

"How many years have it been..."

God worships the willow tree, which eventually sprouts new green.

…

"This is an apology."

"I, Dao Qiongcang, will announce something to you with the most sincere apology and the heaviest sadness:"

"In the battle between the Sky City and the Holy Slave, the result was not that both sides suffered losses as rumored. The truth is that our Holy Temple, all lost!"

"We paid a heavy price for this."

"Among the six leaders, Yi, Ye Xiao, and Teng Shanhai died, Situ Yongren, the acting leader of the Dao Department, was killed in battle, and Yu Lingdi, the leader of the Spirit Department, disappeared, and there has been no news yet."

"Among the ten-member discussion group, there are three emperors, Yan Wise Shengyun, Tianji Divine Envoy No. 2 Shengyun, and the red-robed Taoist Lord Rao Yaoyao Shengyun."

"In addition, in the face of the war, the red-robed, white-robed, holy guards, etc. who were dispatched from various places to Dongtianwang City in the Eastern Region and Yunlun Mountains to perform tasks, suffered over a thousand deaths and over ten thousand injured."

"Due to the counterattack of the dark forces in the First World War, countless comrades guarding the five regions of the Holy Spirit Continent lost their lives!"

"Among them, there are young talents, mature elders, those who are ready to fight, some who are about to retire, some who are alone, some who have started a family, some who have lovers waiting for them, and some whose parents are looking forward to..."

"because I!"

"Because of our negligence, they all died."

Dao Qiongcang closed his eyes heavily, bowed slowly, and bowed to the distant sky:

"sorry……"

The osmanthus folds over the holy mountain, and there is silence.

Everyone was struck by lightning and couldn't believe the contents of this apology - everything!

Although they are elites, they are only middle- and high-level people. They only guard a certain place and live in a corner.

They heard a lot of gossip, but they were all different.

The head of the Denbubu of the Dao Club is gone, and the head of the Anbu of the Resurrection is gone...

Within the six departments, each has his own story, some say that Rao Yaoyao is gone, some say that Yan Wuse is gone...

It was passed around and no one believed it.

I never thought about climbing a mountain today and the Taoist Hall Master’s opening speech was all gone!

At a certain moment, the atmosphere on the Guizhe Holy Mountain was so oppressive that it was about to explode like muffled thunder.

But under the gaze of the saints on the high jade steps, no commotion occurred.

Everyone finally realized it.

During the war, all this information was suppressed in order not to shake the morale of the military.

If this information had been exposed at that time, I'm afraid there wouldn't have been much of a fight and everyone would have been shocked.

But……

how could be?

This exaggerated death rate simply refreshed the history of Guizhe Holy Mountain!

Everyone's emotions fluctuated wildly, and finally the low-pitched discussion ended. All eyes were closed, and the Taoist Palace Master returned to the jade steps, eager for an explanation.

After bowing to Dao Qiongcang for a long time, he straightened up and sighed:

"We underestimated our opponents."

"We thought it was just the same as usual, just a rat crossing the street and anyone could hit it."

"But this time it's different, it's fundamentally different."

Dao Qiongcang took a breath:

"In the Central Region, they are the 'Fen Qin' from sixteen years ago. They are the blood leeches rooted under the holy mountain. They are the kings of the underground world. Fortunately, they were uprooted by white clothes."

"After being removed, the remaining tumors were not dead. They infiltrated into various major sects and forces, hid themselves, and spawned a 'teahouse' again. Fortunately, the teahouse was also removed by Bai Yi a few years ago."

"But these are in the Central Region, where we have the most powerful power. What about the other four distant regions?"

Dao Qiongcang's eyes were a little heavier:

"In the Eastern Territory, they are the Shenyue Immortal City, the most concentrated force of the ancient sword cultivators. We only discovered this cancer after the battle in the Sky City, but we launched a general attack on it before the moon, and it has not been eradicated so far."

"In the Southern Territory, they are sinful ghost beasts. They collude with all forces, reject justice, support darkness, and win over the semi-saints. The tallest among them is the Holy Emperor!"

"In the Northern Territory, they have infiltrated into the Tianmen League that resists the extra-dimensional space. They have mastered the Seven Forbidden Flowers Hometown. Based on this, it is difficult for us to even explore, let alone launch an attack."

"In the Western Region..."

Dao Qiongcang paused, and his expression became darker:

"They have penetrated into the other four regions, and it is impossible for the Western Region to fall behind."

"But so far, we haven't even scratched the surface of what their incarnation is in the Western Regions."

"This is our enemy, the Holy Slave!"

"This is the opponent we should pay attention to, Ba Zunzhen!"

At the top of the holy mountain, everyone's hearts were shaken.

From burning the harp, to Shenyue Fairy City, to the forces of ghosts and beasts, to the Qi Duan Ban, and even to the unknown...

All the power that can penetrate has been penetrated by Ba Zunzhen!

If we continue not to be vigilant and continue to behave like before, will the death of saints be the norm next?

This time the enemy can even destroy Guizhe Holy Mountain?

On the holy mountain, there was finally a panic, and the three words "Eight Masters" turned into a kind of fear, lingering in the depths of everyone's minds.

The Gentle Township in Zhongyu, the Tomb of the Idiots in Yujing.

No one is willing to give up the current prosperous age, and no one is willing to take on a bloody battle that spans the five realms.

But war, unknowingly, blew the horn...

The sky was silent for a long time.

It was only when the panic reached its limit and seemed to ignite everything that he spoke again:

"Is the Holy Slave strong?"

"The Holy Slaves are very strong! Their leader is the Eight Masters, and their peak combat power can force them to reach the Holy Emperor."

"But are we weak?"

"We are not weak! The reason why the Battle of Sky City failed was just because of my negligence in leadership, which resulted in the general direction being wrong and the death of my comrades."

"For this reason, I have an unshirkable responsibility."

"But we still have a ten-member council, and six departments, including those in red, white, the holy guards, the older generation who are ready to draw their swords and have been hiding for many years, the Mesozoic generation, the young people..."

"We have the strongest shield and the sharpest spear. When our comrades on the front line fall, we have more and newer blood to take over their mission..."

"Fight!"

Dao Qiongcang's words directly cleared away the gray haze on the Guizhe Holy Mountain.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!

"

In the excitement of the crowd, he shook his hand and stopped all the shouts.

"The enemy can kill us, but the enemy cannot defeat us."

"I will appoint a new generation of ten-member council, the head of the six divisions. This is my last order as the master of the main hall of the Holy Temple."

"I believe that they will surpass me, surpass me who failed in my duties, and contribute the most absolute enthusiasm, passion and even life of new power to justice!"

"after this……"

Dao Qiongcang raised his gaze, and under the slightly horrified gazes of the saints on the side who had a premonition that something was wrong, he looked towards Yuantian:

"For them, I must have an explanation!"

"I will step down as the master of the main hall of the Holy Temple. I will be temporarily replaced by senior Zhong Yuanzi, and another election will be held later."

"And I will never participate in any of this again."

"My dead comrades, I can't save you, but this is my last apology. I'm sorry."

After Dao Qiongcang finished speaking, he bowed deeply again:
Chapter completed!