Yu Ci, who had yet to experience the constraints of insight, did not understand the deeper emotions behind a hundred boats vying to race downstream. But that did not hinder him from grasping the crux of the matter.
Just as Zhao Xiangshan had said, no matter which side it was, they had to pass through the Witch God!
Thus, whether it was the Rakshasa Ghost King or the Demonic Sect, anyone seeking to meddle with the Heaven and Earth Law System of the True Realm would shift their focus here.
The Witch Sect cultivators represented by Madam Xia naturally would not meekly wait to be carved up.
Several sides were wrestling against one another, and the situation was complicated. Yet once Yu Ci knew their designs, he had the most basic line of thought.
He seized upon the core issue:
"Where is the Witch God?"
Zhao Xiangshan answered with startling decisiveness, "At the bottom of Xi Yu Lake."
That attitude made Yu Ci pause before he said, "It is not actually within Flying Soul City's territory?"
"In the medieval era, the Witch Sect flourished, with a thousand sects and a hundred schools. Flying Soul City was not even first-rate then, merely tucked away in one region. Xi Yu Lake, meanwhile, was where the Witch Sect worshipped its gods, so it was only natural for the Witch God to be there. Later, however, sword cultivators came to dominate, the Xiyu Alliance rose to power, and there was the great war between sword cultivators and witches. The Witch Sect's forces were purged, and the mineral deposits of Xi Yu Lake were gradually developed, turning it into land jointly owned by the various sects."
So that was how it was.
Yu Ci had gained another piece of knowledge, but he still did not