Mo Xuan was deep in thought. Gold sparks were bursting out of the two deep hollows on the metal skull, while he said, "If the Temple of Immortals' plan succeeded, the Iron Plateau natives would have been the cannon fodder of the Immortal Cultivators. They would have been projected to dozens of space zones nearby via the crystal warships of the space pirates. A total war would have broken out. What else?"
Li Yao's eyes were shining. He spoke so fast that his voice was like rushing bullets. "Then, the Flying Star Sector would have faced an enormous crisis that can only be resolved by focusing all the resources and manpower available.
"There would be two plans for the Cultivators to choose.
