Meanwhile, the Flying Boat carrying Ye Lin had arrived before the Mysterious Yin Sect.
The Mysterious Yin Sect was one of the most powerful demonic forces in Tianhe Prefecture, commanding awe across a vast expanse of land.
The Mysterious Yin Sect had once kept to itself. Though it was a Demonic Sect, it had done nothing truly heinous. But everything changed ten years ago.
Its followers began roaming far and wide, burning, killing, and plundering. Mortals were killed, cultivators were killed, mortal dynasties were wiped out, and minor sects were destroyed.
This led to widespread resentment throughout the lands under the Mysterious Yin Sect's control.
Yet this state of affairs had persisted for a full ten years, and not a single cultivator had stepped in. As a result, there wasn't a soul to be seen in the lands around the Mysterious Yin Sect—not a single living creature.
Everyone had begun to move away, doing their best to put as much distance between themselves and the Mysterious Yin Sect as possible.
Demonic sects could be good or bad.
A good Demonic Sect might cultivate demonic arts, but its members valued loyalty and honor. They could be more reasonable than righteous sects; they simply followed a different path.
There were three thousand Great Paths, and every one could be cultivated. There was no ironclad rule forbidding the cultivation of demonic arts.
But some demonic cultivators practiced the most wicked arts, using human blood essence to fuel their cultivation and strengthen their demonic powers.
Those were the demonic sects everyone despised and clamored to destroy.
The Mysterious Yin Sect was one such sect.
The Mysterious Yin Sect usually acted as if the heavens were beneath it and it stood above everyone else. Now, however, it was keeping its head down.
Every disciple within