Although the Chaos Sacred Sect had successfully stepped through the gates of a Divine Sect-level power and now possessed great prestige,
in terms of its true foundation and accumulated strength, it still likely fell far short of a behemoth like the Xuanba Sword Sect, which had been passed down for a million years.
Meeting force with force was not a wise choice; it could very likely come at a terrible cost.
Yang Lingtian had always acted only after careful planning, striving to ensure absolute certainty.
Moreover, his understanding of the Xuanba Sword Sect's true strength was still mostly limited to records in certain ancient texts and rumors from the outside world.
How many Saint God Realm experts did it truly possess within its ranks? Were there even more terrifying old monsters guarding it?
All this crucial information was still shrouded in fog.
Knowing yourself and your enemy was the only way to remain undefeated in a hundred battles.
Thus, Yang Lingtian decided to infiltrate the Xuanba Sword Sect himself and investigate it thoroughly.
He would be like a shadow, slipping into the enemy's heart, discerning their true strength, and grasping their lifeline.
If he had the chance, he did not mind weakening the Xuanba Sword Sect in passing and giving them a few "surprises," neither too big nor too small.
Yang Lingtian immediately informed the upper echelons of the Chaos Sacred Sect of his plan.
"Big Brother, this is far too dangerous. The Xuanba Sword Sect is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. With your ten-thousand-gold body, how can you casually put yourself in danger?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Dingtian's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to dissuade him, his voice filled with worry.
"Please reconsider, Sect Master. I am willing to go in your stead." Ancestor Ganlong