The powerful figures of Stone Ridge Mountain had raised the banner of rebellion, turning the natural order upside down; Chu Qing had purged his own house.
The news spread like a gust of wind, sweeping across the entire Cape of Good Hope in an instant.
Many outsiders, upon hearing what had happened at Stone Ridge Mountain and learning that Chu Qing had personally slaughtered hundreds of thousands of New Realm experts and nearly ten million Third Limit martial artists, looked at their own arms and legs and boarded ships without hesitation. "I thought my hometown was turbulent enough!"
"Who knew this backwater hellhole would be even more chaotic!"
"The Ancient Person did not deceive me—treacherous people emerge from barren mountains and foul waters!"
"This place really has too many troublemakers!"
"This place is too dangerous. Changing to another backwater is the kingly path!"
A group of outsiders fled at top speed.
Then, they received more news:
That group of martial artists had rebelled because of the Dao Lineage Dispute.
When the Young Master who had come to walk the Mythological Path heard this, he was so furious that he laughed. "A bunch of mud-legged peasants from the backwoods, and they are thinking about a Dao Lineage Dispute?"
"They should cultivate honestly, wait for the tide of the times to sweep over them, and only then choose a lineage!"
"In a poor place like yours, even if you carve out a lineage through slaughter, you can forget about joining the mainstream!"
"You might even be wiped out by a super sect with a single finger!"
The Young Master felt that the martial artists on this continent had something wrong with their brains, and he found it deeply regrettable.
"If not for that Chu Qing, I would have settled the Mythological Path