Laying a New Foundation
The lack of a solution naturally sparked another round of contention.
This time, none of the many senior elders was willing to give up. After all, the purpose of cultivation was to grow stronger and reach the pinnacle. Now that this goal was beyond their reach, the only obsession left to people at their stage was to pass on their legacy.
That way, even if their lives really were nearing their end, future generations would still remember them. And in the future, when Bi Fan became a peerless powerhouse and people spoke of his masters, they, who had once taught him, would naturally go down in history.
Seeing that their discussion had once again come to nothing, and that the red-faced old men were each preparing for a real showdown, Bi Fan could only marvel at the spectacle.
Yang Zhantian, meanwhile, was overwhelmed by helplessness.
These old fellows were powerful, all right, but now they were truly in the twilight of their lives. Every time they used their strength, they had less left, and there was no undoing that.
Otherwise, why would the Great Sun Sect publicly claim that its strongest member was only its Marquis-level sect master?
That claim was not exactly wrong, but anyone who truly believed it and came knocking to cause trouble would be a fool.
Did they really think the foundation accumulated over countless millennia was a joke?
Every sect had deep reserves. Take the Great Sun Sect now: those old fellows might look as if a gust of wind could topple them, but if they truly gave everything they had, the power they could unleash would be earth-shattering.
Of course, any sect would avoid such a situation if it could. No one ever had too much in the way of