For more than a century, across the northwestern reaches of Yong Province, with the Thousand Left Alliance at its core, one bloody storm after another had unfolded in succession.
As the saying went, when a wall toppled, everyone gave it a shove. With the tacit approval of the Holy Imperial Palace's Yong Province Prefecture, the Thousand Left Alliance's circumstances worsened with every passing day.
For the many Thousand Left Alliance Disciples, every day was an ordeal.
They knew it could not be done, yet they had no choice but to do it.
Even knowing death awaited them, they could do nothing about it.
After all, they enjoyed the Alliance's benefits in ordinary times. When danger came, even if they wished to flee far away, the harsh Divine Soul Imprints made it virtually impossible.
The Thousand Left Mountain Range, once peaceful, had long since become a place where every heart trembled in fear.
No one knew whether a single order from within the Alliance would send them into certain death.
Nor did they know on which day the bloody turmoil constantly drawing closer from beyond Thousand Left Mountain would suddenly descend upon it.
The unimaginable calamity of sect extermination had long become an inescapable shadow in the hearts of countless Thousand Left Alliance Disciples.
Most terrifying of all, that shadow drew closer to Thousand Left Mountain with every passing moment.
Over the past century, the million-mile territory centered around Thousand Left Mountain, where they had once barely managed to huddle in the northwestern region of Yong Province, had already fallen by more than half.
Only a region of several tens of thousands of miles centered around Thousand Left Mountain remained under the Thousand Left Alliance's control.
Any perceptive person could easily see that the flames of war had not yet fully