If they were to fail, then perhaps the foundation of the Taihe Mountain True Martial Sect, which had been handed down for hundreds of years, would be completely destroyed at his hands.
Taoist Qingxu reflected in his heart:
"It's a breathtaking gamble, but it's also a desperate fight. After all, the timeline for the True Martial Sect is too short, and the speed of Heaven and Earth's recovery is too fast. We don't have many choices."
He had a crystal-clear understanding of what he was doing now, there was no one in the world who understood better than he, how crucial this decision was for the True Martial Sect.
But he didn't have any other choices; this solution was the most suitable and likely one for him.
If the pace of Heaven and Earth's recovery had been slow, allowing the True Martial Sect enough time to adapt and not have the imminent forces of Sky Wasteland realm as a threat, then Taoist Qingxu wouldn't be in a hurry and wouldn't feel the pressure.