"We Heaven's Chosen are all survivors of the previous era,"Zhao Hao spoke with clear conviction,"We endured the Great Cataclysm and were blessed by heaven and earth.With destiny and fortune upon us, we stand at the forefront of this new age.Every one of us is a peerless genius, one in a million.Compared to us, most of the cultivators in the Eternal World are no more than natives.As long as we don't die, our nobility is destined."
Zhao Hao's tone was natural, unaffected.And truth be told, many present felt similarly.
Though no one had said it outright,those who had survived from a civilized, modern age and gained the favor of the world—they instinctively saw themselves as a cut above.
This subtle sense of superiority wasn't rare among Heaven's Chosen.
It was normal.
Not everyone felt this way, of course.
But a large majority did.
So Zhao Hao's words found fertile ground in many hearts.They agreed with him—if not openly, then subconsciously.
"Impressive."
Yi Tianxing quietly observed,secretly praising Zhao Hao's rhetorical skill.
In just a few sentences,he had drawn everyone closer together—breaking down their initial unfamiliarity,creating a sense of shared identity.
In doing so, Zhao Hao's status rose significantly in their eyes.
"As they say, dragons pair with phoenixes, rats with snakes," Zhao Hao continued."We Heaven's Chosen should forge deeper bonds.Lone wolves may rise,but a united pack can sweep the world."
"Imagine if we shared resources, helped one another,grew stronger together—so many of the problems we face could be resolved easily."
Every word made people think deeply.
Meanwhile, the maids had begun serving food—one dish after another, all exquisitely prepared and fragrant.
Zhao Hao clearly understood the cultural importance of food and drink.Once all the dishes had been placed,they brought out jars of golden spirit wine.
This wine was no ordinary brew.
It had been crafted from the Sun Mulberries,infused with the power of the sun—known as Sun Immortal Brew (太阳仙酿).
Drinking it could:
Strengthen the body
Temper the flesh
Cleanse the soul
Expel evil and dark forces
Strengthen Pure Yang energy
Greatly benefit cultivators nearing the Yang Spirit Realm
Naturally, it also enhanced cultivation directly.
"Please enjoy this humble banquet," Zhao Hao smiled."Time was short—this was all we could prepare.I hope everyone will forgive the shortcomings."
Yi Tianxing smiled faintly,picked up his chopsticks,and began eating.
The food was indeed excellent.Clearly prepared by top-tier chefs,each bite invigorated his body and blood.Even without actively cultivating,his physical power was quietly growing.
Then, a young man spoke up.
"What Brother Zhao says isn't wrong," he said between bites,"but forming an alliance won't be easy."
"We're scattered across the world.The Eternal World is too vast.Once the battlefield ends, we'll go our separate ways.Being spread across so many realms—there's no way to maintain contact.In that case, what's the point of an alliance?"
This man wasn't weak—a powerful cultivator, and a renowned alchemist.
He had inherited a top-tier alchemy legacy,mastered the art of pill forging,and even created an Immortal Garden within his body—a spiritual realm for growing rare herbs.
He had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm,one step away from the Yang Spirit Realm.
His name was Wu Wenbin, known as the Pill King.
Naturally, he saw through Zhao Hao's intentions.
A Heaven's Chosen alliance had obvious benefits—but it seemed unrealistic.
"Indeed. In theory, an alliance sounds ideal,"another woman added calmly,"Mutual aid, shared strength, greater deterrence.But we're separated by countless realms."
"If we can't solve that, then this is all just empty talk."
She was sharp and composed—the type who exuded the aura of a female general.
Faint sword intent radiated from her form—this was clearly a sword cultivator.
Before the Cataclysm, she had been the CEO of a massive company.Her name: Bu Panhán.
She had since become a formidable sword cultivator,and even developed a unique sword talisman technique.
Her sword talismans were incredibly lethal, and always in demand.Even now, her personality remained direct, focused, and calculating.
Still, most people remained silent—waiting.
They knew Zhao Hao wouldn't bring this up lightly.There had to be a reason. A foundation.
Two possibilities circulated in their minds:
Zhao Hao wanted everyone to gather in the same realm after the war.But most wouldn't accept that.After decades of building foundations—power, connections, even family—who would abandon it all for a vague alliance?
Zhao Hao had some method of communication across realms.That was far more intriguing.
"Everyone," Zhao Hao said confidently,"I possess a way for us to stay connected across realms."
"The Solar Star hangs eternally in the void,rising by day, resting by night.Its light touches all realms.I have inherited a legacy from that star—and once I leave the battlefield, I shall raise the Sun Palace to connect with it."
"Within the palace is a treasure: the Golden Crow Banner (金乌幡).It can synchronize with the Karmic Jade Talismans."
"As long as I record your spiritual aura in the banner,and you possess a Karmic Jade Talisman,you may use the sun's power to instantly teleport to the Sun Palace."
"However, the talismans are consumables.Each use burns them to ash.I possess the origin talisman,which can generate new ones, though at great cost."
"There is another way.If you're willing to leave a True Spirit Imprint on the Golden Crow Banner,you won't need a talisman—you may come and go freely."
"And if calamity strikes,your True Spirit will not perish."
The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone stared at Zhao Hao, their minds spinning.
He really had a method.
And more importantly—it was feasible.
If true, his previous proposal could now become reality.
Excitement stirred in every heart.
This could change everything.
A small cost—a single talisman—was nothing compared to the benefits.
Of course, Zhao Hao also mentioned the True Spirit Imprint option…
But most pretended not to hear that part.
The True Spirit was the core of one's being,and no one would hand that over so casually.
To do so would be akin to signing one's life away—just like the infamous Fengshen Board or Monster-Summoning Banners of ancient lore.
Even if Zhao Hao didn't mention it outright—who could ignore that risk?