Seven days had passed since the great battle.
Throughout those seven days, the Myriad Dao Sect had continued to operate as it always had.
For the vast majority of cultivators, there had been no major impact.
After all, the larger a sect was, the greater its inertia—and the more resistant it was to risk.
Even though many Hall Masters, Peak Masters, and elders had died in the great battle, their positions had merely been filled temporarily by the second-in-command of their respective halls and peaks.
But there was one thing that could not be ignored.
A sect could not be left without a master.
Just as a nation could not be without a ruler.
A few days were one thing, but as time dragged on, some cultivators began to feel uneasy.
Many cultivators in the Myriad Dao Sect had already begun speculating about who the next Sect Master would be.
Most Myriad Dao Sect disciples thought the next Sect Master would likely be Elder Shi of the Discipline Hall.
Elder Shi of the Discipline Hall had reached Immortal Realm Perfection and was over seven thousand years old, with an exceptionally rich wealth of experience.
Moreover, during all the years Elder Shi had overseen the Discipline Hall, he had rewarded and punished fairly, earning an excellent reputation throughout the Myriad Dao Sect.
So in the disciples' eyes, Elder Shi would be a Sect Master who could command the people's respect.
Yet throughout those days, Elder Shi had not said a word.
And it was not just Elder Shi. Every high-ranking member of the Myriad Dao Sect had kept silent.
Not one of them had tried to contend for the Sect Master's seat. They all seemed to be waiting for something.
Half a month after the great battle.
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