If they wanted to expand their power, advance their technology, and continue their interstellar migration, they needed resources.
No one would complain about a lack of resources. The Northern Alliance was at the forefront of human technology, so they were the most aggressive when it came to interstellar migration.
When they realized they couldn't expand any further, their first reaction was to turn inward.
If they could control more resources, it would be a boon to future development and long-distance interstellar migration.
Other than the Northern Alliance, the distribution of resources was split between the Western Alliance and the Eastern Alliance.
In terms of technology, the Western Alliance was inferior to the Northern Alliance, but the difference wasn't that great. The Eastern Alliance was born with a weaker foundation, so they fell short in this regard.
That was why the Northern Alliance tried to cozy up to the Western Alliance. They launched a series of operations against the Eastern Alliance, including an economic blockade.
They were looking for the right opportunity to invade Eastern Alliance territory.
The Eastern Alliance was in a crisis it had never experienced before.
But at this moment, someone stood out. Almost everyone who knew what he had done was dead.
In one night, three of the North's top generals had died. Within a month, three Bastion Marshals had perished without explanation.
The Western Alliance hadn't been directly involved in the Eastern Alliance's operations, so no one had died. However, the Western Alliance's president was hung from a flagpole in front of the Western Alliance's parliament.
Fortunately, it wasn't by his neck, and he survived.
The news enraged the Northern Alliance and Western Alliance. They mobilized all of their strongest Adepts to track down the culprit.
But then this man appeared. In his own name, he challenged the Western Alliance and Northern Alliance.
The battle took place on a small planet. The last Pontiff of the Pontiff's Citadel fell, along with all three of the Major League's Paragons. The Dark Citadel's Satan was gravely wounded. He returned to the Citadel and died shortly thereafter.
Of the seventy or so Adepts who participated in the battle, less than twenty returned alive.
The Northern Alliance and the Western Alliance called it the Battle of Armageddon.
From then on, that person had a nickname: Jueti!
Before the Doomsday War, the Western Alliance and Northern Alliance actually had more Elite Adepts than the Eastern Alliance, but after that war, the Eastern Alliance had a clear advantage in terms of Elite Adepts.
Although Jueti's rise to fame came later than Celestial Master Qian, he was still the leader of the Paragons. No one could shake his position.
For a long time after that, the name Jueti was taboo among the Arcanists of the Northern Alliance and Western Alliance. No one dared to bring it up.
In the end, the Northern Alliance and Western Alliance removed all sanctions against the Eastern Alliance and paid compensation.
Jueti disappeared after the Battle of Armageddon. When he did reappear, something earth-shattering was bound to happen.
It was because of Jueti's existence that the Northern Alliance, despite their desire to invade the Eastern Alliance, didn't dare make a move until they were certain Jueti was dead.
The Eastern Alliance took advantage of this buffer period to focus on its own development.
Finally, he had a certain level of foundation now.
They were recognized by the Northern Alliance and Western Alliance.
When the Messenger of Death and Uriel saw the name Jueti, their eyes were filled with fear.
They hadn't participated in the battle, but they'd heard many stories about it.
Jueti was alone. Against so many powerful Adepts, he'd done it all on his own.
The current Pontiff had participated in the battle, when he was still a Cardinal. He was one of the three who'd come back alive from the Pontiff's Citadel. He'd left his name in the annals of the Citadel: Invincible.
Since then, he'd never spoken a word about Jueti.
It was clear what a shadow that battle had left in his heart.
"No … no way."
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the anger on Gabriel's face had long since vanished, leaving only fear.
Uriel smiled wryly. "I wish it were impossible.
But the black and white energy seemed to be able to swallow everything in its path. It's similar to Taiji.
This person can't be Jueti, but he could be Jueti's nephew. "
Gabriel's brows furrowed. "Then why would he attack us?
Did we offend him somehow? "
"That's what I want to know," Uriel said.
"If we want to know who our enemy is, then we need to know what his goal is.
An existence like that wouldn't act without reason. There has to be a reason why we're being targeted.
But no matter how I think about it, I can't think of anyone.
The Northern Alliance isn't likely. The Eastern Alliance, though. We just visited Skyfire Avenue, and His Majesty the Pontiff sent them a message of goodwill.
Skyfire Avenue also has its own problems. The Clairvoyant is in seclusion, and it's likely he won't be coming out alive.
Skyfire Avenue has four Paragons, but even the two added together can't compare to the Eye of Tomorrow.
The Arcane Magnate and the Cosmagus aren't weak, but they're weaker than the Pontiff.
Relatively speaking, among the opponents they have to face, the Great Alliance is more important than us. "
Gabriel asked, "Could it be a rogue Adept?
"Jueti used to be a rogue Adept. I've never heard of him belonging to any faction."
Uriel sighed. "There's no point in thinking about it now. All he sent us is a message to the Dark Citadel. No matter how I look at it, it looks more like a prank.
Or maybe he's trying to hide his goal. "
Gabriel nodded.
Uriel pocketed the book. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
Gabriel waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it. Now that you mention it, I'm not in the mood for coffee.
In the end, we're just not strong enough.
Tell me, Uriel, how strong was Jueti back then?
One man against five Paragons, and still coming out on top. Is that even possible? "
"I haven't seen it with my own eyes," Uriel answered.
"But from what the Pontiff told me, it's true.
From what I've heard, Paragons are divided into strong and weak. There are four levels.
I'm not sure what they are.
That Jueti is likely a fourth level Paragon.
His Holiness, the Cosmagus, and the Arcane Magnate are all first level Paragons.
The Eye of Tomorrow, the Terminator, and the Epochrion are likely to be second level.
Celestial Master Qian has been missing for too long, but he can't be stronger than Jueti. "
Gabriel sighed. "Ah, when will we become Paragons, and experience the true power of the world!
I'm going back, I won't disturb your meditation. We really need to work hard at our cultivation, otherwise we'll be too far from the world of true Paragons. "
Uriel didn't detain him. He nodded. "You be careful. If you're going out, call Michael.
I'm going to shut myself away for a few days before I leave for the Major League. When I'm under pressure, my thoughts are always clearer.
Maybe I'll have a breakthrough. "
"Alright.
If you're going to shut yourself away, I'll handle the tailor. "Gabriel's voice was low.
Uriel nodded.
Gabriel left, and the voices of the clergy could be heard outside the door.
Uriel pulled out the Ancient Martial Records from his robes, and began to read. His eyes were filled with a sense of loss.
As an Adept, who wouldn't want to be strong?
After a moment, Uriel lifted his hand, and a circle of white light radiated from his palm. The walls and ceiling lit up, and a beam of gentle white light descended from the heavens. He was about to begin his meditation.
"Angel Zhi is truly the Angel Zhi. To be able to find a clue under such circumstances. Admirable!" A calm voice called out without warning.
Uriel spun around. It was a man wearing a butterfly mask.
Without hesitation, Uriel's body flickered, and he leapt towards the beam of light in the center of the room.
He didn't even look at the other party, much less speak. At this moment, every second of delay could be fatal.
Lan Jue took a step forward, and in a flash of golden light appeared in front of Uriel, shielding him.
His hands formed an arc in front of him, and two halos, one black and one white, quietly fused together, forming a perfectly round, two-colored halo.
The light closed, and a pair of yin and yang appeared.
Not only did this strange energy not stop Uriel, but it also pulled him towards it at an even faster speed.
Uriel didn't make a sound. Everything in front of him seemed to change. Yin and yang were reversed, and heaven and earth were reversed. It was so uncomfortable he couldn't tell where he was in the room.
This was a small scale mutation, close to a Paragon's level of power.
Even as the Angel Zhi, he didn't expect his adversary to enter the tiger's den, and make a move inside the cathedral.
However, he didn't have the time to think about it. Escaping was the most important thing right now.
The meditation room's formation had been activated. Not only did it draw light from the outside world into the room, but it also isolated everything inside.
Uriel wanted to shut it down, and let his voice travel outside. But he had a feeling that if he did that, he'd be killed before he could succeed.
His only option was to defend against his adversary's attack.
A beam of milky white light burst forth from his chest, transforming into a beam of light. It was solid, and in a flash it was in front of his adversary.
But in the face of the black and white yin and yang, the sword of light seemed to plunge into a quagmire. It hummed and hummed.
Uriel's hands parted, and the sword of light transformed into a thousand shadows. Like quicksilver, it stabbed at his adversary. Even the space around Lan Jue was engulfed by it.
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