The bell rang out, signaling departure.
Clad in a Plain White Daoist Robe, Chen Yan slowly crossed the rope ladder and stepped onto the deck of the ferry before him.
Today was the thirteenth day since Chen Yan had left the Luoling Sect.
From the day he left the Luoling Sect, he had pressed on without pause toward a ferry landing seven thousand li away.
Cangshan Ferry.
Within a radius of five hundred thousand li centered on the Luoling Sect, four great sects stood.
They were the Luoling Sect, the Danxia Sect, the Tianhe Sect, and the Shuiyun Sect.
Each of these Four Great Sects had a guiyi realm cultivator presiding over it and controlled at least several dozen spirit stone mines, each with reserves of over ten million spirit stones. They could be counted among the foremost cultivation sects on the Kunwu Continent.
And across the entire Kunwu Continent, there were at least several thousand such top-tier cultivation sects.
The scarcity of cultivation resources made it difficult for the Kunwu Continent to produce super sects like the Five Great Sects of the Chenping Continent or Tian Ding Mountain.
During the war between the Luoling Sect and the Danxia Sect several decades ago, the other two great sects had both chosen to watch from behind their walls.
After all, neither Cong Linshan of the Luoling Sect nor Yan Shizi of the Danxia Sect had personally entered the fray.
No matter how weakened the Luoling Sect and the Danxia Sect appeared on the surface, as long as guiyi realm powerhouses still presided over them, the losses this war inflicted on the two great sects were infinitely close to zero.
If the Tianhe Sect and the Shuiyun Sect tried to loot a burning house, the likely outcome would be that no one