Spirit Transformation

Medicine King Sect.

"Master..."

Bai Caiwei looked at Aaron, somewhat puzzled.

"You're wondering... why I didn't force Quiet Void Child and the others to join the Medicine King Sect?" Aaron revealed a faint smile, then answered the question himself. "A forcibly twisted melon is never sweet... In any case, they'll all remain in the Far Western Lands in the future. There will be plenty of opportunities..."

Taking by force easily bred resistance, but slowly boiling a frog in warm water did not.

In truth, Aaron had never abandoned the idea of the Medicine King Sect's ten halls. Once those Nascent Soul old monsters passed away in the future, the cultivators beneath them would probably weep and beg to join the Medicine King Sect...

And once this ancestor advances to Spirit Transformation, it will be like ten thousand rivers flowing into the sea—the tide of the age will be irresistible...

Only then will it truly be using power to crush others.

Several decades had passed in the blink of an eye since the hidden branches of sects such as the Grand Void Sect entered the Far Western Lands.

During this time, the strange cultivators repeatedly razed mountains and destroyed temples throughout Great Qian, yet they seemed to look down on the Far West as some tiny backwater. The League of Aberrants had not launched a large-scale invasion, allowing those cultivators, skittish as startled birds, to finally let out long breaths of relief.

Another hundred years passed. When it seemed that the lifespan of Aaron, the Medicine King Sect's Supreme Elder and a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, was nearing its end, undercurrents inevitably began to stir in secret throughout the Far Western Lands once more...

Clear Void Peak.

Quiet Void Child was brewing tea when he saw