The outside world was in turmoil, yet within the Azure Cloud Immortal Sect, at the heart of the storm, all was quiet and peaceful. It was as though none of it had anything to do with the sect.
The Eight Immortal Peaks, the Five Immortal Pavilions, the Time-Space Dao Platform, the Purple Bamboo Immortal Forest... everything stood quietly within the sect, forming a breathtaking picture.
The disciples and elders who remained at the sect cultivated as usual. Cultivated, cultivated, and cultivated some more. They competed, competed, and kept on fucking competing.
Of course, that did not mean they were unaware of the situation outside. They still brought it up now and then in their spare time.
Inside the Time-Space Dao Platform, two Inner Sect Disciples stopped cultivating at the same time, rose to their feet, and breathed out turbid air.
"Junior Brother Luo, we've been cultivating nonstop for ages. We really need a proper rest," said a fair-faced young man dressed in Inner Sect Disciple robes.
"Exactly. We have to rest. After cultivating for so long, can't we enjoy ourselves a little?"
The young man called Junior Brother Luo nodded in agreement, then continued, "Oh, right, Senior Brother Mang, have you heard what's happening outside? Things are getting more and more interesting. Those hypocrites who call themselves righteous actually dared to join forces and pressure our sect."
"Hmph. Of course I know. They're nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs. With the sect master and the elders here, they won't turn the world upside down."
"If the sect lets us disciples march out with them this time, I'll make sure they learn exactly where the 'Mang' in Mang Tian comes from!"
"Me too!" Junior Brother Luo had barely finished speaking when his expression changed. "Wait! Senior Brother Mang! You can't