To keep the secret, the clansmen who entered the Ruins could not leave easily. This was also a contingency plan—if the family ever faced extermination again, with these clansmen still alive, the Wang Family could rise again. Wang Changsheng was simply preparing for a rainy day.
The clansmen entering the Ruins had all grown up in the Wang Family and possessed a strong sense of belonging to the family.
"Yes, Patriarch."
All the clansmen answered in unison, every one of them visibly excited.
These Ruins covered several times the area of Azure Lotus Island and were rich in spiritual qi. Cultivating here would certainly be much faster.
"Tianqi, take them down and settle them properly. Find a place to establish the family ancestral hall, as well as an artifact-refining peak, an alchemy peak, and all the other supporting facilities a family needs."
The Townsea Sect Ruins were simply too vast; Wang Tianqi and her hundred-odd people were not many at all.
For a long time to come, they would be cultivating here. Naturally, they needed to establish a family ancestral hall and other facilities, as well as rules and discipline. In a sense, this place was a second Wang Family.
"Yes, Great-Grandfather."
Wang Tianqi readily agreed and led the clansmen away. Wang Changsheng and Purple Moon Fairy hurriedly left the Townsea Sect Ruins to continue transporting clansmen.
By Wang Changsheng's estimate, transporting over a thousand cultivators without drawing the attention of other High-Level Cultivators would take at least a year at the fastest, and several years if things went slowly.
On Desolate Island, atop a towering black mountain, Ye Haitang, dressed in a black lotus-patterned gown, sat cross-legged on a Black Lotus throne. Her expression was cold and detached. A Black Banner more than ten zhang long stood planted behind