At the same time, somewhere tens of thousands of li away from here.
The sun had already set, and the sky looked extremely dim. At the foot of a small mountain, several dozen cultivators were gathered together. Judging from their clothing, they seemed to be disciples of some small sect.
The present You Province was like a mountain rain about to arrive. The larger sects were still all right, but for the weaker sects and clans, it could be said that they could hardly guarantee they would survive from morning to night.
Because of the Yinhun invasion, the cultivators from Yanzhou and the Fallen Region had withdrawn here. With many wolves and little meat, Spirit Veins and cultivation resources had naturally grown increasingly strained.
Though the righteous and demonic paths suppressed things, those small sects still fought savagely in secret. The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, was being played out here to the fullest.
The Bitter Mirror Sect was one of the victims.
This sect's inheritance was actually quite ancient, nearly ten thousand years old. However, its strength was not worth mentioning. With just over a hundred cultivators, it could not even be counted among the fourth- or fifth-rate powers, and was about the same as those weak clans. Its situation was only slightly better than that of Rogue Cultivators.
Originally, their sect had been located in a remote area, and its Spirit Vein had been terribly poor in quality, so naturally no one had taken notice of it. They could more or less be considered aloof from worldly strife.
However, this paradise-like life beyond the world had finally been shattered not long ago. That Spirit Vein had been fancied by another small sect slightly stronger than theirs.
After a struggle, the Bitter Mirror Sect had been