A pack of wolves devouring a tiger was not something one would see in ordinary times.
But the end of an era was when all its suppressed Calamity Aura and festering poison erupted. Thus, nothing that happened then was strange.
As a supreme Xuanmen sacred land that had flourished in the previous era, the Sanxuan Dao Sect had enjoyed a full era of prosperity. Its fate was deeply bound to that era.
When the era was at its height, the Sanxuan Dao Sect flourished too. But as the era drew toward its end, the sect inevitably began to decline.
And so, as Calamity Aura spread at the era's end and the Sanxuan Dao Sect's fortunes waned, it naturally drew a pack of wolves eager to devour a tiger.
The result was that every faction besieging the Sanxuan Dao Sect divided its riches among themselves, then grew into the Pure Yang Sacred Lands of the current era.
There was nothing unusual about it. Long ago, Penglai, Tianhe, and Qinghua had grown into the three Pure Yang Dao Sects of the current era by overthrowing the Divine Court of Shanhe World.
This was the cycle. Across the cosmos, no one remained undefeated, and no reign endured forever. So it was with the cycle of return, and so it was with the turning of yin and yang.
But Jiang Sheng's gaze swept over the indistinct faces around him, the light in his eyes growing colder. He cared nothing for the cycles of the cosmos or the affairs of the previous era. Yet the factions besieging the Sanxuan Dao Sect were also Penglai's enemies in this era, rivals of the Eastern Heaven Daoist Sect.
At the end of the previous era, the Sanxuan Dao Sect had faced wolves devouring a tiger. And now, in