None of the dynasties that made up the alliance were interested in combining to form a larger empire. It would involve their emperors being demoted, and as mere government officials, their lives would be in the hands of another. No one would willingly debase themselves in such a way.

“Are you people really willing to just stand around and watch Yang Qi destroy you?” Hailan asked, looking around at everyone present. “It's not as though we’ve never encountered someone as strong as Yang Qi before. He's not in the half-Annulled level, but he's close. At the moment, only the High Priestess can keep him in check. The rest of us are useless in that regard. He's definitely gone to assimilate the Halls of Heaven, and if he succeeds, we're all dead. The only shot we have is if we work together. Unite the three dynasties and act as one. We don't have a second option.”

“You want us to take the result of billions of years of effort and just give it to someone else?” Heaven-Defeating Dugu asked. “You think you’re very clever, don’t...