Massing Strength at the Mountain Gate

"Things had already reached this point. I believe everyone had long since heard the rumors."

Within Empty Mountain Valley, Luo Yunxi stood before the sect, his expression grave.

Empty Mountain Valley was a sect with vast territory. Under normal circumstances, it would have been difficult to fill the enormous Hanging Mountain.

Yet today, from the ground to the sky, even the caves were packed solid with cultivators.

Every disciple recorded in the registers of Empty Mountain Valley had arrived.

The reason for their return was equally simple.

Their Dao Child, Luo Yunxi, would explain the sect's future path to them today.

Speaking of Luo Yunxi, one or two years ago, not many cultivators throughout the sect had thought much of him.

This direct son of the sect master, blessed by heaven from birth, had always cultivated quietly within the grotto-heaven, never showing his face to others.

After all, compared to the fiercely competitive relationships among personal disciples in other sects, the entirety of Empty Mountain Valley had only him—a direct-line descendant with both outstanding talent and sufficiently high status.

He was the only one they could rely on, the only one they could place their hopes upon. As the sect's future ruler, he alone was fit for the position.

With that relationship firmly established, there was naturally no need for the sect to push its Dao Child forward to make appearances early on, as other sects did.

A cultivator's mystery was his greatest trump card.

When facing an unfamiliar cultivator, the first thing one did was gather intelligence about them.

The deeper he was hidden now, the greater the benefits when he took power in the future, whether in resisting external enemies or preserving his authority within the sect.

And since he never showed himself, naturally few knew of his