"The major factions in Tianhe Prefecture have already sent Nascent Soul Realm fighters to start hunting down these scoundrels. But their forces are not to be underestimated, and we won't be able to wipe them out anytime soon."
"There are three Demonic Cultivator factions, each one a top force in Tianhe Prefecture. One of them may even have a Dao Integration True Lord in residence."
"And above the Evil Cultivators are descendants of an Ancient Great Demon. They're said to be formidable."
"Given all this, the major factions have decided to hold back for now. If things go wrong and provoke a counterattack, all of Tianhe Prefecture could fall into chaos."
"By then, Tianhe Prefecture might no longer belong to the Human Race."
Wuxin's expression was grave. After listening, Ye Lin remained calm, his thoughts unreadable.
Since ancient times, righteousness and evil had been irreconcilable.
In this world, Evil Cultivators were like rats crossing the street, but Demonic Cultivators were different. They had their own factions, their own schools of thought, their own legacies.
Within Tianhe Prefecture, Demonic Cultivators held a certain amount of influence.
What's more, anything involving a Dao Integration True Lord was no small matter.
Given enough time, a Dao Integration True Lord could destroy an entire prefecture, as long as no one of equal rank stood in their way.
That was how terrifying they were.
For the sake of a brief peace, the righteous factions in Tianhe Prefecture hadn't gone to war with the Demonic Cultivators. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
"I didn't realize things were this dire."
Ye Lin suddenly felt a headache coming on. When he'd first arrived, he'd thought this was nothing more than a minor skirmish. He hadn't expected it to lead to such a massive mess.
One wrong move,