Sweeping Through, Controlling Nine Sects

Southern Realm, Three Yang Mountain Range.

Pure Yang Sect.

Sect Master's Grand Hall.

In the entire Pure Yang Sect, there were only two Heaven Piercing Realm experts, and one of them was seriously injured.

A middle-aged man in a Golden Crow Robe sat upright in the Sect Master's seat.

He was none other than the Pure Yang Sect's Grand Elder, Zhen Yangzi.

Tap tap!

"Grand Elder, the Sacred Fire Sect people have withdrawn from several of our mines!"

An elder in a Flowing Cloud Robe and elder's uniform hurried excitedly into the hall from outside.

"Withdrawn?"

The man in the Golden Crow Robe furrowed his brow. The Sacred Fire Sect had held every advantage. Not long ago, they had even injured their sect master. They had been riding high on the momentum—why would they suddenly retreat?

"Grand Elder, no matter what, this round of slaughter should have come to a temporary end. We can rest and recuperate for a while."

The elder in the Flowing Cloud Robe said.

The Pure Yang Sect ranked near the bottom among the Ten Great Powers. Compared to the Sacred Fire Sect, they were at a disadvantage.

"Mm. Have the sect disciples rotate their defenses and rest. Guard against another attack from the Sacred Fire Sect."

Zhen Yangzi said.

"Yes!"

At the foot of the mountain, a young figure appeared. A white jade compass emerged in his hand, trembling faintly.

"Looks like this is the force established by the surviving descendants of the Pure Yang Sect. Their bloodline may not be pure, but after all, several tens of thousands of years have passed."

He had originally thought that the Pure Yang Sect had already vanished into the river of history.

On the thirteenth floor of the Demon Suppressing Trial Tower, he had promised the