Before long, the glow of dusk spilled across the mountain peak, bathing the entire mountain in magnificent golden splendor.
Qingchen True Monarch and his people had already departed. Gale winds swept over the peak, and the thick stench of blood gradually began to fade.
Only then did the remaining cultivators feel slightly reassured. This purge had not asked who was right or wrong, nor had it asked for reasons.
It had all depended on the attitudes displayed by the various families when the Nascent Soul Cultivators of Penglai Sect emerged.
Among them, the Li Family and Jiang Family had performed rather well, so they had naturally been spared.
But Li Quanxian's back was already drenched in sweat.
If his father had not stopped him, he might have impulsively offered up a pledge of allegiance just now.
"Quanxian, cultivate more in the future," Li Shangwu said beside him.
The meaning was obvious. The next person to hold power in the Li Family would not be him.
The same scenes were playing out in other families as well. Those who had performed well would be regarded more highly by their respective factions, perhaps even receiving focused support in the future.
Those who had performed poorly would naturally be pushed away from the family's core.
Those small families and minor factions had little room for trial and error.
After all, one wrong step could bury an entire family.
"Everyone may descend the mountain. The Nascent Soul lectures and auction will be announced at a later date," Ye Jingyu's voice rang out from the peak.
After such a major incident, the lectures and auction that had been planned naturally could not proceed on schedule. They understood that well enough.
The cultivators who had been purged would also face pursuit from the major sects. Even