Rules

In martial arts sects, the usual tradition was that the Grand Elders or sect founders held the highest authority, while the sect master was merely an executor.

This was because martial artists had extraordinarily long lifespans. Some sect founders had lived for countless tens of thousands of years. Usually, once they entered their later years, they would relinquish the position of sect master and pass it on to their disciples.

Most of the time, when a chosen disciple became sect master, the other disciples became elders. There was a difference in status between them, but it was not so vast. It was exceedingly rare for a sect master to possess the might that made all the elders beneath him tremble in fear. Such prestige generally belonged only to the sect founder.

"This Myriad Gods Ridge may have a mediocre sect, but its sect master certainly has quite a grand airs."

Seeing a group of elders and Personal Disciples waiting at a distance, Jingyue Sha curled her lips and spoke disdainfully. In her view, the only reason Myriad Gods Ridge could stand alongside Pure Moon Island was because it had more people.

Hearing Jingyue Sha's words, Jingyue Ping helplessly shook her head. She knew that Jingyue Sha had extremely high standards and was filled with confidence in Pure Moon Island's future, which made her look down somewhat on Myriad Gods Ridge, whose fortunes grew worse with every passing year.

Jingyue Ping said, "Do not underestimate Myriad Gods Ridge's foundations. For the Myriad Gods Sect Master to possess such prestige within Myriad Gods Ridge, he naturally cannot be an ordinary person."

As they spoke, they passed through another gate. It opened on its own, revealing a magnificent main hall before them.

The hall's furnishings were simple yet imposing. In the center stood