Revenge

The moon hung high in the sky; the night was deep and cold.

The Demon Subjugation Sect's mountain gate was sparsely lit, its pavilions dilapidated from years of neglect. The once-glorious Demon Subjugation Sect had fallen on hard times. Its disciples were few and their cultivation low; its unique path of development had doomed it to a dead end.

Cultivation could not do without the flesh, blood, bones, and essence of demon beasts, nor could combat do without demon beasts.

Since chaos had erupted in the Southern Wilderness Hundred Thousand Mountains, the Jiuli Black Tribe had found it increasingly difficult to capture demon beasts. The rise of the White Flood Dragon's territory made matters even worse. Bereft of demon beasts, the Demon Subjugation Sect began a grueling forced march. Their warped cultivation method was ultimately a crooked byway, and they swiftly fell from a middle-to-upper-tier sect from its lofty pedestal.

They had considered capturing demon beasts throughout the Central Plains for cultivation, but there were few demons in its mountains and forests to begin with. Even when there were some, they excelled at concealing themselves and hiding, making gains hard to come by.

The Chi Mang people in the south were savage and violent, with countless powerful experts, making cooperation impossible. The various northern races bore hatred for the Central Plains higher than mountains and deeper than seas; joining hands to hunt demons was out of the question. Without demon beasts, the sect's strength plummeted.

A once-resplendent great sect had dwindled into a third-rate minor sect, its former glory gone.

Inside the main hall, the current Demon Subjugation Sect Master was covered in worry. Unshaven and on edge, he recalled the rumors that had swept through the Cultivation World a few days ago: Chunyang Palace had attacked the Golden Mountain