Eternal, Martial, and Abyssal—these three sacred lands formed a triangle that enabled any two of the points to assist the third. However, Abyssal had now fallen.
If Martial fell too, Eternal would no longer have any nearby outside help. It would be a stranded city behind enemy lines, and the pressure upon it would instantly multiply.
With the triangle intact, the three sacred lands that formed it could at least support each other.
Thinking about all these things made Ziju Min’s head spin. His forefather status had been the result of a swift promotion, and he didn’t yet possess the authority to match.
Times like these tested his abilities.
He very much missed Jiang Chen right now. If the young man was...