946, what, not convinced?

This time, the Celestial Battle was a death sentence for all the cultivators involved.

This news left everyone at the gateway to the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate in a stupor.

"Sect Leader, then, what should we do about Young Master Yang and the others?"

"Yes, Young Master Yang is one of the most elite members of our younger generation at the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate. If he were to fall in the Celestial Battle, the loss to our sect's strength is unimaginable."

A few elders in white beards and robes looked anxiously towards Taoist Yun Ming.

Young Master He Chengyang was one of the three princes of the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate and had reached the Extreme Dao Realm at a young age.

If all sect cultivators were going to their deaths in the Celestial Battle, then losing He Chengyang would be like damaging the sect's foundation and future.

Taoist Yun Ming chuckled and turned to a Daoist in a blue robe and golden crown next to him.