Keep watch over Yangzhou!
Yunmei's heart tightened. Why else had he remained so long in Yangzhou, a land notorious throughout the Jiuzhou World for being wild and barren, if not to watch Myriad Forms Mountain for his sect and keep the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect from rising again from the ashes?
"The Wanfa Sect! Six thousand years, and it still won't stay dead!"
Yunmei gazed at the shattered gates of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect with mixed feelings. Anger filled his heart, but so did a trace of respect.
Yes, respect.
The Myriad Laws Immortal Sect had been a Mahayana immortal sect, yet it was still no match for the Pure Yang Sacred Land. Its patriarch had merely given Karmic Cause and Effect a slight nudge, and the sect had met its ruin.
Even so, the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect was like a centipede that refused to stiffen after death.
Since Yunmei had begun guarding Myriad Forms Mountain, demons had often stumbled upon treasures left behind by the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect. Its fortune had plainly not run out.
In truth, demons finding those treasures was no great matter. However far it had fallen, the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect belonged to Xuanmen and would never allow demons to defile its orthodox lineage. The demons could claim its treasures, but they could scarcely enter the treasure mountain itself.
Nor could they cause much trouble with what they found. At most, they would claim a mountain and crown themselves kings. Yunmei was happy to see that.
He would rather the sect's treasures fall into demon hands, to be squandered for nothing, than into human hands.
If a human found those treasures, the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect might rise from the ashes. But so long as demons held them, even ten thousand more