Bao Po Tian snorted coldly upon hearing this.

"I suppose the Sect Master has already made up his mind, so why bother asking us for suggestions? Isn’t this redundant?"

Bao Po Tian directly threw an ugly look at Tingyu.

Tingyu was not angered by this and spoke slowly.

"I do have a solution in mind, which is that when disaster strikes, everyone should fend for themselves. Each should rely on their own abilities to get through the crisis. I don’t know if the other elders think this plan is feasible."

The other nine elders fell into deep thought.

If a catastrophe truly comes, suddenly going to war would have no chance of winning, and lives might be lost.

The Sect Master’s plan is indeed a solution, albeit a non-solution.

Moreover, the Qingyun Sect has always advocated for governance through inaction. This plan by the Sect Master aligns well with the sect’s founding principles.

Bao Po Tian snorted upon hearing this and cursed.

"This plan of yours, Sect Master, is extremely poor. Does our Qingyun Sect intend to sit back and do nothing, watching the masses fall into despair?"

"In my opinion, our Qingyun Sect should organize cultivators to address this catastrophe and protect the safety of the masses."

Qin Shan raised his silver eyebrows upon hearing this.

"Elder Bao, you don’t seem to understand the situation as clearly as the Blackwater Bright Mirror does. Currently, the Qingyun Sect holds no status in the minds of the masses. You want to protect them, but they are not willing?"

"Nowadays, many people are bewitched by The Path of Demons and favor that approach, rather than believing in us. It’s better to live our own lives leisurely than to bring trouble upon ourselves."

Qin Shan thought for a moment, then said coldly.

Bao Po Tian heard this but was dissatisfied. However, even Elder Qin Shan supported the Sect Master, and considering the fact that the masses indeed ignored Qingyun Sect, he had no choice but to agree to this plan.

"Alright, let it be this way then. Let those people suffer a bit, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Now there are too many foolish people in the Blackwater Bright Mirror, so losing a few isn’t necessarily bad."

Bao Po Tian sighed lightly at this point.

Ah, back then, Qingyun Sect was a savior during such times, but now can only watch others fend for themselves.

Tingyu took a sip of tea.

Seeing that many elders agreed to this plan, he put down his teacup and nodded.

"Let’s proceed this way, conveying the matter of the trembling God Realm to everyone in the Blackwater Secret Realm, so they can prepare."

The ten elders stood up and flew towards the pavilion.

Each elder was overseeing their own area, and soon they sent the Messenger of the White Dove to convey this piece of information.

Mist lay over Tianyong Mountain, with mountain ranges like giant dragons lying on the ground, while the sky was covered by a layer of dark clouds.

Cold winds swept across the mountain ranges.

A person with wings flew down outside the barrier of Tianyong Mountain.

"Who’s there? I am the Messenger of the White Dove, sent by the Sect Master to deliver the order."

The Messenger of the White Dove’s brows were filled with worry.

With the imminent catastrophe, Tianyong Mountain is feared not to survive either.

To speak honestly, he and Hui Xing of Tianyong Mountain were good friends.

Thinking of his good friend possibly dying in the disaster, the gloom on his face was like clouds full of rain, hardly feeling cheerful.

The guardian of the barrier flew out from the barrier, glanced at the Messenger of the White Dove, and confirmed he was indeed the true Messenger of the White Dove.

Only then did he open the barrier.

Upon entering the barrier, the Messenger of the White Dove headed straight for Buddha Peak.

At that time, Hui Xing was grilling by the fireplace in the pavilion, his face overcast with depression, and his heart laden with trouble.

The Peak Master has changed, and now he must wake up at four every morning to cultivate, making life quite hard.

Wondering if his body can withstand this ordeal.

Just then, the Messenger of the White Dove appeared outside the door, shouting from afar.

"Old friend Hui Xing, how have you been lately?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Hui Xing looked up and saw the Messenger of the White Dove, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

Thinking of the past stories of subduing demons together with the Messenger of the White Dove, his heart felt warmed. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Hui Xing quickly got up to greet the Messenger of the White Dove and smiled.

"I wasn’t well, but seeing you makes me feel wonderful, my mood instantly brightening."

Hui Xing rubbed his head, smiling.

The Messenger of the White Dove coldly chuckled upon hearing this.

"Old friend, I am ordered by the Sect Master to deliver information this time. When you hear this, you may not be able to smile."

The Messenger of the White Dove sighed, his face full of sorrow. He might not survive this catastrophe himself, likely missing next year’s flourishing blossoms.

Hui Xing frowned upon seeing this.

"What news? Please say it directly."

Anxiety flashed across Hui Xing’s face, knowing that Qingyun Sect had been silent for many years, no longer involved in major affairs of the Blackwater Secret Realm.

Now that they are sending a messenger, surely something bad is going to happen.

The Messenger of the White Dove took out a scroll and handed it to Hui Xing.

"The Qingyun Sect’s God Realm is trembling, and there are countless meteors streaking across the sky and falling, numbering not less than a million. Each meteor represents a life; this catastrophe may kill millions."

With a troubled expression, the Messenger of the White Dove said.

Upon hearing this, Hui Xing trembled all over, his expression turning dull, and with a whoosh, the scroll slipped from his hand to the ground.

"This Messenger of the White Dove never speaks falsely; if over a million people indeed die, what could be done?"

After a long moment, Hui Xing picked up the scroll from the ground, scratched his head, and said.

"Although Qingyun Sect has divided, it is still the leader among many cultivation sects. With the catastrophe coming, isn’t your Sect Master coming out to stop it?"

Hui Xing unfolded the scroll, seeing the message Tingyu delivered.

Each relying on their own abilities to get through the crisis; this is clearly irresponsible.

A respectable Sect Master who cannot bear the responsibilities he should, causing much anger.

Suddenly he felt a vague pain under his ribs, whereupon he pressed his hand against his liver.

The Messenger of the White Dove shook his head and said.

"Our Sect Master advocates governance through inaction; such matters he would not manage, and even if he tried, he wouldn’t manage it. Currently, the only one addressing this matter is Fairy Cai Die, who has already taken numerous cultivators to investigate the disaster."

Upon hearing this, Hui Xing felt his anger dissipate somewhat.

At least Fairy Cai Die is handling it. Rumor has it Fairy Cai Die’s cultivation level is extremely high, having already breached the Chaos Realm, her strength comparable to that of an Immortal.

If she steps forward, it’s indeed a blessing to the world.

The Messenger of the White Dove continued.

"I have other important things to attend to, I can’t accompany you anymore. Who knows if we’ll still meet next summer."

The Messenger of the White Dove spread his wings and patted Hui Xing’s shoulder, his eyes filled with worry and fear about what lies ahead.

Seeing this, Hui Xing no longer detained the Messenger of the White Dove, quickly taking the scroll and flying towards the Heaven God Temple.

The cold wind roared past his ears, yet he didn’t feel cold at all.

"Wondering how the Sect Master will handle this matter."

Hui Xing couldn’t help but worry for the people of the world, knowing full well the Sect Master is not someone who likes meddling.