Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from his body. The immense Golden Core Realm pressure swept across the entire hall, instantly suppressing all voices.
Everyone turned to look at Meng Dian in shock.
For those with weaker cultivation, it felt as if a towering mountain was pressing down on them. The terrifying pressure of a Golden Core cultivator weighed on them so heavily that they were on the verge of fainting.
"You useless fools! In the path of cultivation, strength reigns supreme!
If you are weak, then you should obediently lower your heads before me!
If any of you dare to oppose me, feel free to resist.
But when your sects are annihilated, don’t blame others for showing no mercy!"
Hearing Meng Dian’s blatant threat, many weaker sect representatives immediately showed expressions of anger and indignation.
However, faced with the terrifying might he was emanating, no one dared to speak up.
Such a scene had existed only in his dreams.
And now, his wish had finally come true.
Feeling the fearful gazes directed at him, Meng Dian felt an overwhelming satisfaction.
Within his body, his Golden Core of Spiritual Power surged even faster, showing faint signs of breaking through to an even higher level.
"Daoist Meng, please quell your anger."
Just as Meng Dian was reveling in his triumph, a gentle voice resounded.
At the same time, a soothing aura enveloped the massive stone platform, dissipating much of Meng Dian’s oppressive Golden Core pressure.
Those who had been struggling under his pressure suddenly felt their burdens lift, allowing them to take deep breaths.
This scene caused Meng Dian’s expression to freeze, while the other Golden Core Realm cultivators narrowed their eyes.
However, the First Holy Lord, who had just neutralized Meng Dian’s oppressive force, remained completely unbothered, his face still wearing a calm smile.
"The purpose of the Holy Assembly is to gather wisdom from all and allow cultivators of the world to freely exchange their insights.
It is meant to bring peace and stability to the world.
Since that is the case, Daoist Meng, why resort to such hostility?"
"Peace and stability?" Meng Dian sneered. "Senior Holy Lord, you aren’t still hoping to impose restrictions like a thousand years ago, are you?
Are you planning to issue a decree forbidding us powerful cultivators from freely using our strength?
Now that we’ve put everything on the table, let me say it outright.
If you wish to shackle us with the same prohibitions as a thousand years ago, that is absolutely impossible!
We cultivators endure immense hardships to attain our supreme power.
Why should we restrict ourselves for the sake of mere mortals? If that were the case, wouldn’t all our cultivation be for nothing?" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
These words immediately resonated with many of the powerful cultivators present.
Indeed, they had suffered and struggled to cultivate their strength. Why should they allow themselves to be bound?
Seeing Meng Dian’s righteous expression and the approving looks on the faces of many present, the First Holy Lord fell silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.
As expected, he had known that mere words would never be enough to persuade these ambitious sects.
Just as he was about to continue his argument, another voice suddenly rang out.
"Daoist Meng is absolutely right! We cultivators respect strength above all. Why should we be bound by mere mortals?
In fact, this so-called Sacred Mountain Prohibition has long been unreasonable.
Why should Precelestial Realm experts, wielding the mightiest powers in the world, need to be cautious of mortals? That is utterly laughable!
Senior Holy Lord, I believe it is time to amend this so-called Sacred Decree."
As this voice resounded, another powerful Golden Core Realm pressure erupted.
All eyes turned toward the speaker—an Elder of the Mingyue Sect.
"Junior also believes that the Sacred Mountain Prohibition should be changed."
"The era has already shifted, Senior Holy Lord. Clinging to outdated rules is no longer conducive to our cultivation."
"It seems that my thoughts align with many fellow Daoists here."
As more voices spoke up, powerful auras began to emerge.
To the shock of the audience, all the speakers were Golden Core Realm cultivators!
Their formidable Golden Core auras covered the massive stone platform, subtly pressing toward the three Holy Lords seated at the center.
There was even a hint of joint oppression against them.
The entire stone platform fell into silence. No one dared to speak.
Even the three Holy Lords had not expected the situation to take such a sudden turn.
Caught off guard, they found themselves temporarily unable to fully resist the combined pressure of so many Golden Core cultivators, and they involuntarily took half a step back.
This movement was subtle, but how could it escape the eyes of the assembled cultivators?
Immediately, some Golden Core Realm cultivators had their eyes light up with excitement.
Among them, Meng Dian no longer hesitated. His aura surged as he directly pressured the three Holy Lords!
Seeing his action, the other Golden Core cultivators followed suit, unleashing their full might upon the three Holy Lords!
With so many Golden Core Realm cultivators working together, the First Holy Lord and his companions were forced to retreat repeatedly.
Finally, the First Holy Lord performed a hand seal, causing a golden light to appear and envelop himself along with the Second Holy Lord and Third Holy Lord, stabilizing their stance.
However, this moment had already thrown the entire assembly into chaos.
Aside from the Golden Core Realm cultivators, the rest of the audience was in shock.
None of them had expected the three Holy Lords to be forced back by Meng Dian and the others.
Even though those attacking them had joined forces and outnumbered them, the three were still Holy Lords!
They had ruled the world for a millennium, commanding the respect and fear of countless sects.
Even the Four Great Secret Realms acknowledged their supremacy.
For generations, they had been considered the strongest figures in the world.
And yet, now, they had been forced back by Meng Dian and his allies?
For a moment, countless cultivators stared in stunned disbelief.
It was as if their long-standing faith had suddenly crumbled.
"So, the rumors were true after all!"
At that moment, Meng Dian and the other Golden Core cultivators showed understanding expressions.
As fellow Golden Core Realm cultivators, they had sensed something was amiss earlier.
They had suspected that something was off about the First Holy Lord and his companions.
Their auras did not feel as overwhelmingly powerful as they had imagined.
And now, after a simple test, they had indeed exposed a flaw.
"Senior First Holy Lord, it seems that the long-standing rumors are true.
Your true bodies are incapable of leaving the Sacred Mountain."
Looking at the three Holy Lords, who were now enveloped in golden light, Meng Dian smiled knowingly.