Somehow, the tolling of the bells seemed particularly urgent as they spread to all of the various immortal worlds in the Dao Defense League.

The Dao Defense League was expanding faster than ever. All sorts of immortal worlds were joining, and as would be expected, the organization was becoming a hodgepodge of good and bad people. Because of that, the elders of many of the organizations were being somewhat isolationist and exercising special care not to interfere in the affairs of others.

In contrast, the truly strong organizations were able to call the wind and summon the rain in the league as a whole.

Overall, the league was growing larger, but less stable, although it wasn’t necessarily obvious from an outsider’s perspective. The resistance to the future world was as fierce as ever.

Only one thing was certain: the situation was very different from before, and no one knew exactly how things would turn out. History was being written, or, depending on the perspective, re-written.

‘They’re sounding the bells to summon the top patriarchs to the Heaven-Dao Operation God-Temple,’ Yang Qi thought. ‘But why? Is there some...