Internal Purge

Lin Qiubai's words put everyone on alert. Nothing happened without cause; behind every coincidence, there was bound to be some inevitability.

True Lord Yuxiao said:

"We only have a map of the western edge of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, so we cannot determine the exact location where Lin Lan was killed.

For now, there is no need to dwell too much on why demonic cultivators appeared there. It is far too distant from us; even if something is happening, it will not pose a direct threat to us."

The sect could no longer afford to worry about so much. So long as they could deal with the crisis before them, that was enough.

He turned his head and said solemnly:

"Junior Brother Lin Jiuxiao, you will go to Falling Maple Valley to make contact and inform them of what has happened here and of our decision.

As for what choice they make, that is beyond our control.

Return immediately after delivering the message. If they have been infiltrated by the Mysterious Yin Sect, your situation will be very dangerous."

He suspected that Falling Maple Valley's situation was even less optimistic, so they could not place too much trust in them.

Lin Jiuxiao answered in a deep voice, "Understood. I will depart for Falling Maple Valley tomorrow."

True Lord Yuxiao looked to his left. "If the Pill Cauldron Institute and Artifact Refining Hall require any additional supplies, report them to me. Once we have completed our trade with the Southern Continent, the mountain-protecting grand formation will be activated.

All contact will be cut off. The sect gates will become a fortress—or rather, an isolated island."

After the mountain was sealed, they could rely only on the sect's own reserves. Fortunately, the sect had mines, Spirit Stone mines, and a sufficiently