All Living Beings Had Nothing to Do with Me

Tushan?

A name—Tushan!

Some of the surrounding Foundation Establishment Cultivators were confused and enraged, feeling that they had been toyed with.

Many other Foundation Establishment Cultivators began to tremble as they recalled the events of the past century.

From minor Qi Refining cultivators to Foundation Establishment Cultivators, more than half their lives had been overshadowed by the mighty name of the Tushan Ancestor.

Back then, they had even believed that from their births to their deaths, and from the births to the deaths of their children and grandchildren, they would grow accustomed to the Tushan Ancestor's prestige, remaining so for a span of time too distant for them even to measure.

Back then, they had grown accustomed to the order within Tushan Immortal City: everything was in perfect order, demonic cultivators were forbidden, and they could honestly be good cultivators for the rest of their lives.

Then, all of a sudden.

The Black Clan's Immortal Seed cultivators came. Many people died, and a new order emerged—more chaotic, bloodier, and more brutal.

Diligence and craftsmanship were no longer standards by which a cultivator's strength was measured. Only the most ruthless, bloodthirsty cultivators, those best able to squeeze profit from other cultivators and mortals, were the sort of people the Immortal City needed.

The Golden Core Great Dao had become an unutterable delusion, one that would invite terrible calamity.

But what could they do?

The Black Clan would kill every outsider cultivator who might possibly form a Golden Core. Even exceptionally gifted Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivators were on that dreadful blood list, liable to vanish without a trace at any moment.

Only mediocre, loyal Foundation Establishment Cultivators were permitted to live along the escape route the Black Clan had painstakingly established.

At this moment, the instant the two words Tushan appeared,