At the Foot of Mount Song

Any faction that wanted to contend for the world couldn't avoid the Daoist sects.

Any faction that wanted to dominate the Central Plains couldn't avoid Mount Song.

At its height, the Great Yi Dao of Mount Song had nearly swept away every obstacle, destroyed the Divine Cult, taken control of the Immortal Palace, led the Daoist sects, and claimed the world.

Even after the "Demon Cult" joined forces to strike them, as long as the two elders of Mount Song remained at the Thirty-Six Peaks, the Great Yi Dao's foundations wouldn't be shaken.

After all, what was the big deal? Their mountain gate had been attacked, and their Inner and Outer Sect disciples had suffered a heavy purge. So what? Every sect that roamed the immortal path had seen enemies break through its mountain gate and nearly wipe out its entire lineage. They could just recruit more. There were plenty of two-legged people around. Out with the old, in with the new.

The Ink Bamboo Mountain had recovered even after its disciples had been wiped out several times, let alone the colossal Mount Song. Back then, its direct disciples above the Nascent Soul Realm had been scattered across the land, and had suffered almost no losses.

And although the Immortal Palace's aristocratic factions, once official allies of the Immortal Palace, had been devastated by the "Demon Cult"—their Three Enclosures core destroyed and their leaders slain—they were still a massive force, like a centipede that could die but never stiffen. They had deep roots in the regions where they were entrenched, and south of the Gen River and east of Mount Dui, they could still be considered a force on the level of the Three Great Sects.

The heads of those clans weren't stupid, either. The "Demon Cult" had slaughtered the