Great Sun Sect.
The sect's mountain gate, once left in ruins by war and internal strife, had regained the scenic beauty of a cultivation sanctuary—verdant mountains, clear waters, and white mist curling through the air. All traces of the past had vanished.
At the sect's second-highest peak, True Lord Xufang sat facing Tianyang True Lord. One look into each other's eyes was enough for them to see the exhaustion there.
The Great Sun Sect had not had an easy time these past years.
Aside from holding their heads high after defeating Ten Thousand Demons Valley's army fifty years ago, they had spent all these years treading carefully. Whenever they went out, several Nascent Soul True Lords traveled together, with flying boats and tower ships prepared for evacuation and reinforcement at any moment. They had barely managed to hold on.
Over these years, the Great Sun Sect had lost only seven Nascent Soul True Lords in total.
"Senior Brother Tianyang,"
True Lord Xufang said quietly, "the sect's sword cultivator True Lords and dharma cultivator True Lords have started clashing again recently. Can the dharma cultivators' side still be mediated?"
Back when the Great Sun Sect had not yet split apart, he and Tianyang True Lord had known each other well and shared a modest friendship. Later, they had also accumulated many grudges and fought one another. Neither was unfamiliar with the other.
The conflict between sword cultivators and dharma cultivators was an old tale.
There had been reasons for the split back then.
Now, they had suddenly gathered together again, and they were even using the Great Sun Sword Sect's original spiritual lands and resources. Naturally, this had provoked extreme dissatisfaction among many Nascent Soul sword cultivators.
These things concerned their own paths and lifespans. They were not matters that could