I secretly thought that Senior Brother Yan had been lucky last time. From the old woman's words, most of the cultivators who had gone searching for the Tears of the Fate Dragon had ultimately either become disciples of their sect or had their souls reduced to ashes, vanishing into the vast sea. It also reminded me of what Ao Shuang had said: most of those who sought the Fate Dragon never returned. It seemed quite possible that many of them had truly become vengeful souls beneath their swords.
Entering the Fate Dragon Sect meant serving the Fate Dragon, and only then could one obtain benefits from it, such as cultivation resources. One had to know that the Fate Dragon itself was the entire land vein of the Nine Provinces. The rare mineral veins, immortal crystals, and immortal qi within it were things ordinary cultivators could never enjoy. Moreover, the Fate Dragon Sect occupied the richest section of the land vein, so the benefits they received were far beyond what ordinary great sects could compare with. This exclusive privilege made them transcend the mortal world, practically turning them into immortals.
On top of that, there was the special existence known as the Tears of the Fate Dragon. They had no fear of death, because even if they died, they believed they could be resurrected. Under such a mad guarantee, their attitude toward outsiders was completely cut off from the world—they even faced history with the attitude of bystanders! So when we tried to make the Fate Dragon change course, they naturally thought we were indulging in wishful thinking.
"Hmph. Just frogs in a well, arrogant and ignorant." Wan Songxiao sneered. I shook my head. Now that I knew the reason, there was no need to continue soul-control, so I waved my