Great Sun Sword Sect.
Here, mountains encircled the land, with numerous fourth-tier spirit veins converging amid drifting clouds and mist. It was truly a sacred land of immortals, home to the Northern Plains' strongest sect and the final center of resistance for the Northern Plains' human race.
At the heart of the sect stood a towering peak that pierced the clouds, where several top-grade fourth-tier spirit veins converged.
True Lord Jianyang sat upright upon a stone platform.
His features were imposing and ancient. Every movement he made compelled others to pay attention, to listen, to submit. Even Nascent Soul True Lords did not dare raise their voices casually before him.
"Tianyang, how much strength does your Great Sun Dharma Sect have left?"
True Lord Jianyang asked mildly.
Before him sat an elderly Daoist with a kindly face and a tall crown, holding a flowing horsetail whisk that glimmered like stardust. He remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.
This man was Tianyang True Lord, the Supreme Elder of the Great Sun Dharma Sect.
The two peak Nascent Soul Cultivators were clearly mortal enemies, yet there was no drawn-sword tension between them now. They sat together in calm peace, as though all the bloodshed and slaughter of the past had merely been illusions.
"The Golden Core disciples are nearly all dead."
After pondering for a while, Tianyang True Lord chose not to conceal the truth and revealed the miserable reality.
"More than half of the Nascent Soul Cultivators in the sect escaped. Only eleven or twelve still retain their Dharma bodies. The rest have only their Nascent Souls left and will be unable to recover Nascent Soul-level strength for at least several decades."
"Not bad."
"More than half of the Nascent Souls escaped. That is fairly good."
True Lord Jianyang nodded.
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