Maxing Out Proficiency, Grinding into a Sword Immortal of the Mortal Realm

As for those he couldn't deal with by any other means, Yun Shu could only leave them to the Formation Arrays to hold back while he returned himself.

Still, it shouldn't come to that.

Who knew? Yun Shu didn't care that much.

His chance came soon enough.

The two great powers had been openly clashing and scheming against each other.

The other factions merely watched from the sidelines. They neither intervened to mediate nor fanned the flames, preferring to let things run their natural course.

They all knew that a large-scale conflict between the two great powers was probably only a matter of time.

They could afford to wait.

Ten years. A hundred.

Even a thousand.

A thousand years from now, a new generation of disciples might not even know how the two great powers had fallen out in the first place, yet they would still regard each other as enemies.

After the two great powers had struggled against each other for so long, a major clash broke out as a large force from each side vied for a Secret Realm.

Even their upper ranks were drawn into it, and the conflict showed every sign of growing worse.

Neither side was willing to back down.

As a result, the people they sent grew more and more powerful. What had begun as a minor matter ultimately became a contest of pride.

Quite a few disciples were wounded or killed.

At that point, a message arrived from the Black Stone Divine Cult.

Yun Shu glanced at its contents. The Cult Master was inviting him to come over first.

He didn't hesitate. He left the inn where he was staying and went to the Black Stone Divine Cult.

This was his third time there, and each time he had come with a different