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For a Super Immortal Sect to establish its position as the supreme power, it naturally had to have Myriad Immortals Paying Homage. In other words, they had long since regarded the entire Eastern Territory as their own property.

That made things very difficult. They would certainly put maintaining the balance first. If they couldn't keep the many forces below firmly in their grasp and bring them under control, then those forces would have slipped beyond their reach.

If the forces below all started acting this way, what authority would they have left?

So they wouldn't let this happen. Even if they truly allowed things to proceed, they would still step in to claim a share of the spoils and make themselves stronger.

They interfered for no other reason than to interfere.

Black Stone Cult Master had probably considered this too, but with such enormous profits at stake, he couldn't afford to worry about that much.

First, he would get things underway. As for everything else, he could think about it later. There was no need to dwell on it now.

There were plenty of other motives as well.

After all, the Eastern Territory was vast, with a great many people and no shortage of powerful figures. It was inevitable that some would harbor other intentions. Some Rogue Cultivators, for instance, would want to fish in troubled waters.

That was how they survived. It was no wonder so many powerful figures among them were like rats crossing the street, chased by everyone.

Murder and arson made golden belts.

That saying suited their lives all too well. If they had a chance to kick someone when they were down, they wouldn't let it pass. They would seize it firmly, because only then could they get enough Cultivation Resources to support their next