"What do you mean, you took over the Myriad Gods Cult? Does that even make sense? Would they be willing?"
In Falling Cloud Sect's main hall, Liu Zhengyang had been leisurely sipping tea. But after hearing everyone's report, the hand holding his teacup paused, his face full of astonishment.
"Though it does seem rather unreasonable, it's true."
"We were originally preparing to make a move, but they surrendered on their own. They were practically about to kneel and beg us to take over the Myriad Gods Cult..." Sword Thirteen explained again.
"There's such a thing? I've lived most of my life, and this is the first time I've heard of something like this..." Liu Zhengyang could not help but feel somewhat bewildered.
He had seen people put up a stubborn last stand, and he had seen sect elders flee with the sect's resources, but he had never seen a sect voluntarily hand itself over. Yet today, he had seen it...
"Sect Master, what do we do now? Should we move Falling Cloud Sect over there?" Sword Thirteen looked at Liu Zhengyang and asked.
"With Falling Cloud Sect's current foundations, establishing ourselves on the Myriad Spirits Continent won't be much of a problem. Then let's do as you say..."
After giving it some thought, Liu Zhengyang did not object to the sect relocation plan.
The Myriad Spirits Continent was rich in cultivation resources, far beyond anything the Cang Domain could compare with. Moving Falling Cloud Sect there would be more beneficial to the sect's development.
Of course, abundant cultivation resources also meant plenty of powerful cultivators. If one wanted to make a living on the Nine Continents, one needed strength. Without enough strength, one could be wiped out in minutes...
"Then it's settled. Brothers, get to work!"
Seeing Liu Zhengyang agree,