Li Yun's expression froze.
"You're saying the Source God Continent's origin is weakening?"
"And in just ten thousand years, it has already weakened by thirty percent?"
Zhang Xiong nodded, then shook his head. "I don't know. But when I came into contact with an expert from a northern sacred land back then, that was indeed what he said."
"So, you've heard about what happened in the east, right?"
"A new Blessed Land clearly emerged, yet it somehow provoked the fury of all fifty-seven sacred lands in the east. They even forcibly sealed away the newly born Lesser Blessed Land again."
"I suspect it's because the Source God Continent's origin is weakening and can no longer sustain the operation of more Lesser Blessed Lands."
"But..."
A trace of displeasure suddenly appeared on Zhang Xiong's face, but he was clearly wary of something and promptly swallowed his words.
How much had Li Yun seen, how many people had he encountered?
Though Zhang Xiong hesitated to speak, Li Yun could still guess what he wanted to say.
He chuckled.
"You're very unconvinced?"
"Especially by the sacred lands, and those forces occupying the Lesser Blessed Lands?"
Zhang Xiong's face filled with shock. "Brother, you..."
Li Yun laughed heartily. "Haha, don't worry, Brother Zhang. What we say here stays here. I'm not from a sacred land. No matter what you tell me today, it won't reach the ears of any sacred land."
Zhang Xiong's expression stiffened, then he suddenly smiled. "I understand now, Brother. You're also a member of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, aren't you?"
"I knew it!"
"Other than members of our Rogue Cultivator Alliance, who else would be so generous—giving me divine medicine and treating me to wine?"
"Fine, Brother, let me toast you..."
Zhang Xiong had clearly misunderstood. He took out a