I have a city in another world

Before the three-day deadline arrived, the Haoyue Realm was in turmoil, and countless things happened in such a short period of time.

There were open and covert fights, gangs and alliances, all kinds of monsters appeared on the scene, and everyone was busy and happy.

The situation is like a taut bowstring with an arrow on it. If you let go, the arrow will shoot out. If you don't stop, the bowstring will break.

Being at the center of the storm and being a core figure, Tang Zhen seemed to be fine.

During this period, no monks from the Immortal Tower City were ever seen, as if they had left Tang Zhen alone here.

However, everyone with a discerning eye knows that Tang Zhen is not fighting alone. As long as he is threatened or anything goes wrong, the Immortal Tower City will inevitably take action.

The spirit stone rockets, which previously only attacked flying spirit boats and could not be intercepted at all, could land on the heads of monks at any time.

If the heartland of the sect's elders' council were to be bombarded indiscriminately, the sect would lose all face.

Face needs to be given by others, but it also needs to be earned by oneself. The elders will condone Tang Zhen's behavior, and Tang Zhen will also save face for the other party.

If he didn't have a trump card in his hand, how could the sect's elders allow him to be arrogant? After all, such behavior is equivalent to a slap in the face in public.

However, this validity period is only three days.

"There's only one day left. I can't wait..."

Outside the restaurant, a secret agent from the sect sighed quietly, his tone full of anticipation.

Inside the restaurant.

Tang Zhen sat quietly by the window, listening to music and sipping tea leisurely, and from time to time he took out a jar of aged wine from the wine cellar.

The date of sealing was written on the yellowed wax paper. Due to the long time, the paper and the writing had become old and blurred.

These fine wines, which had been kept for many years and specially prepared for the sect's elders' council, were now cheaply available to Tang Zhen.

As a sixth-rank cultivator with a special physique, Tang Zhen can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

For him, drinking is a real enjoyment and he can taste the real flavor of the wine.

The ancients often said, "Let's sing while drunk, for life is short." They also said, "Let's just drink a glass of wine while we are still alive, why bother with fame for thousands of years in the future."

The heroic spirit of ordinary people often emerges after drinking, showing their extraordinary mind.

Monks are different from ordinary people. They have fewer regrets and sighs, but more understanding of the world.

When Tang Zhen was young, he read a lot of books and had read many travel notes of practitioners from different dimensions of the world. The strange anecdotes and mysterious secrets recorded in them often made him yearn for it.

I always dreamed that one day I would be able to travel through the heavens and become a free practitioner.

But it was destined that he could not live the life of wandering alone around the world, and Loucheng was an eternal bond in his soul.

At this moment, Tang Zhen was alone in the enemy camp. He faced deadly danger but he was not afraid and did not retreat.

If I could also write down this experience, perhaps one day in the future it would draw the admiration and amazement of viewers.

Don’t worry, the next content may be even more exciting.

Tang Zhen was in the restaurant, surrounded by monks from the Elder Council. Although he had never had contact with the outside world, he was very clear about what was happening outside.

It seemed as if there was an invisible noose around the neck of the Elders, which was continuously tightening.

Whether they like it or not, the Elders Council must make a choice: either compromise with Tang Zhen or fight to the death.

Losing the dark realm is an extremely fatal thing, but one can seek a turnaround from the Immortal Tower City.

If you hand over the control of the artifact, you will still have to face the punishment of the gods, and your end may be extremely miserable.

Fighting a battle with the Immortal Tower City might be able to reverse the crisis and even regain control of the dark realm.

Even if you fail, you will only die and there will be punishment from the gods waiting for you. Failure is not a terrible thing.

It's death anyway, so it doesn't make much difference how you die.

When the monks of the sect's elder council clearly realize their own situation, they will know what choice to make.

Without waiting until the last moment, Tang Zhen guessed the answer: the probability of war breaking out was more than 70%.

But even so, he still had to wait for the sect elders to make the decision themselves.

Using the knife handed by the enemy and finally killing the enemy is justified. However, in the cultivation world, the strong are always respected, and the reputation of good and evil is not important.

History is written by the victors, who can arbitrarily distort right and wrong as required, and not many people care about the true historical truth.

Time passed slowly, and finally the three-day deadline arrived.

Tang Zhen came to the observation deck on the third floor and looked in the direction of the sect's elders' council, as if he was waiting for the other party to arrive.

The number of elder brother council members outside the restaurant grew larger and larger, blocking all the intersections.

There are also many monks hiding in the nearby buildings, all fully armed and in combat mode.

However, compared to before, their mental state has obviously changed. It is no longer pure anger and shame, but more fear and anxiety.

When he learned about the true situation of the sect's elders' council and realized that this behemoth was already on the verge of collapse, the feeling of confusion and panic became more and more intense.

Three days ago, if these elder brothers were allowed to participate in the battle, their confidence and fighting spirit would be at their peak.

Now that I know the truth and understand my own situation, my mentality has become completely different.

If the Senate issues a combat order, the monks will still choose to obey it, and their momentum will definitely not reach the level of three days ago.

There are many people waiting, monks from various sects, hiding farther away and watching.

The three-day deadline has arrived and the answer will soon be revealed.

All parties are extremely concerned about what decision the sect elders will make and want to get the relevant information as soon as possible.

It can be said that what happens today determines the future pattern of the world. Whether it will be peaceful or raging war depends on a single thought.

However, more people feel that it is difficult for the current Haoyue Realm to return to its previous state of balance.

Even if the Immortal Tower City does not take action, other forces and organizations that covet the sect's elders' council will take advantage of the weakness of this behemoth, stab it with a fatal blow, and then find ways to cut it into pieces.

How can we grow stronger and change the current world situation if we don't take the opportunity to cut flesh and drink blood?

The good things in this world cannot be monopolized by one family, and now is the time for rotation.

Time passed slowly and the agreed time had already arrived.

However, there was no movement from the sect's elders' council, as if they had forgotten the deadline given by Tang Zhen.

The monks who were watching secretly were now discussing what had happened.
In fact, before this, some people had speculated that this might happen.

When the elders of a sect are overwhelmed with concerns and don't know what decision to make, they are likely to resort to this kind of delaying tactic.

By keeping silent, you can buy more time and gain more advantages.

Such a delay not only lacks the magnanimity of a top power, but is also wishful thinking.

Judging from the previous attitude of the Immortal Tower City, it is obviously extremely tough and will definitely not remain silent about such behavior.

Next, we have to see how the Immortal Tower City will deal with this matter. Will it be as violent and decisive as we imagined?
During the silent wait, someone suddenly felt something and looked up at the sky above his head.

Above the vast sky, thin white lines appeared out of thin air, flying towards the territory of the Elders' Council slowly but quickly.

"Look, what is that in the sky?"

Some people looked puzzled and curiously asked people around them, which attracted more people to look up and watch.

Most of them had no idea what was going on, they just felt uneasy instinctively.

Some monks from the Elder Council looked pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

They had witnessed a similar scene before when a Lingshi rocket bombarded the area.

However, the bombing at that time was much faster, basically happening in an instant.

The scene in the sky at this moment seemed more like a deliberate display just to intimidate the enemy.

Knowing the power of the spirit stone rocket, one can imagine how terrifying this overwhelming attack would be?
Sure enough, not long after, a loud bang was heard and thick smoke rose into the sky in the distance.

(End of this chapter)