As soon as these words were spoken, some immediately set their sights on the Twelfth Heaven. "Then can't we awaken the ancient gods and hide in the Twelfth Heaven? Wouldn't that solve things easily?"
"Yes, that way we wouldn't have to worry about all sorts of things. If the ancient gods in the Twelfth Heaven handle this, it would surely be easy."
"Hey, do they have a way to solve these curses in the mortal realm?"
"If we're talking about ancient gods, then Nuwa, who is slumbering in the Twelfth Heaven, should be able to solve it."
"Do you think that's possible?" Qi Yu looked at them with disdain. "The slumber of ancient gods is not just ordinary sleep. They fell into slumber because the power of human belief was insufficient to sustain their magic. You say awaken them, awaken them, and have them fight the Rakshasa Heavenly Venerable? Setting aside whether it's possible, do you have the ability to awaken them?"
"If you truly had that ability, you might as well focus on cultivating yourselves."
The crowd fell silent, unable to refute.
Because the truth was indeed so. The reason for the downfall of the ancient gods was primarily that their era had passed, and the humans below, due to development, gradually ceased to believe in the existence of gods.
Currently, the ones who believed in gods the most were the disciples of the immortal sects.
But in reality, if one calculated carefully, not every immortal cultivator had their own faith. Most of them only believed in their own strength, wanting to become gods who were worshipped by ordinary mortals.
Therefore, awakening the ancient gods was, in essence, impossible.
Although the Four Directional Ancestral Dragons and Nuwa were born in the same era, the Dragon Clan naturally received the worship of the mortal imperial families, which is why they were able to survive peacefully until now.
However, even though they had lived to this day, due to the change of eras, Yan Hua's spiritual power had indeed weakened considerably, and he was not at his peak strength.
If it were his peak magical power period, he could have dealt with these curses and the Rakshasa Heavenly Venerable alone.
"Then what should we do now? The Rakshasa Heavenly Venerable suddenly disappeared and burrowed underground. Should we follow him down and kill him without leaving a trace?" suggested some brainless immortal whose name was unknown.
Yan Hua nodded. "That's a very good idea. I support it, so whoever proposed it will lead everyone to destroy the lair of those evil beasts. If you can break into their lair and kill them without leaving a trace, Yue Zhiyin won't have to sit on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor; I'll let you have it."
The first thought that flashed through Yue Zhiyin's mind was, "That would be great."
The brainless immortal who had just made the suggestion immediately shut his mouth.
Qi Yu pressed his head against Si Qing's shoulder and chuckled softly.
Yue Zhiyin looked around and finally said loudly, "Everyone, the situation is urgent. We are all trying our best to salvage the situation. If anyone feels they are capable and confident enough to lead everyone, to directly attack the lair of the evil beasts and win victory, I will abdicate the position of Heavenly Emperor immediately."
"If everyone cannot think of a solution, then when making suggestions, it is best to be as practical as possible, think more, and do not take the efforts of others lightly."
The assembled immortals lowered their heads in silence.
Just then, a white light flashed across the horizon.
Everyone looked up.
They saw that after the white light dissipated, a woman in a pure silver robe, wearing a veil, walked over slowly.