"Forget it, forget it. There's no point in saying more.
Haven't things like this been happening often enough lately?"
A weathered Rogue Cultivator slowly shook his head, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness.
"From what I know, this cleansing storm launched by the Cultivator Association has come on with a ferocity far beyond imagination.
Even sects with inheritances stretching back thousands of years, with Nascent Soul Ancestors stationed within their gates, were not spared. Their mountain gates were shattered overnight, their legacies severed.
There are even rumors that the Yellow Wind Valley Lord, a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator, was executed on the spot before his own mountain gate because his disciples violated the ban!
The entire sect vanished into smoke afterward..."
He lowered his voice further, an almost imperceptible tremor in it.
"Even such colossal forces can fall at a word and be reduced to ashes!
How much less can a tiny immortal clan in our Anhe Immortal City, shallow-rooted and guarded by only a single Golden Core Ancestor, withstand it?
Extermination is no more than the flick of a finger."
At that moment!
A green-robed Cultivator with the appearance of a scholar took up the conversation.
"That is true enough.
If matters had not grown so grave, the two doors of black iron at Anhe Immortal City's Campaign Bureau would not have become like the jaws of a ravenous beast, swallowing and spitting out squad after squad from time to time."
He paused, a flicker of lingering fear passing through his eyes.
"Those black-armored Cultivators had Killing Intent practically condensed into substance around their bodies. Runes flowed across their jet-black battle armor, cold and soundless.
Whenever they entered or left, the air along the entire street seemed to freeze solid. No one dared speak loudly, and no