After the great cultivators of the Three Realms Sect reached a consensus, the elders and hall masters of each mountain gate swiftly returned to their respective bases and began gathering manpower.
With their fundamental interests at stake, none of the elders had any intention of dragging their feet or standing by to watch.
Han Lin's death was certainly a tremendous loss to the entire sect, but the avenues of wealth that had been opened up were right there. They had not simply vanished because of it.
Everyone understood the limits they needed to observe in this counterattack against Heyang City.
In their eyes, the Alliance was nothing more than a bloodsucking parasite clinging to the bodies of the major sects.
If it had not happened to find a delicate balance between the sects and the independent cultivators through sheer good fortune, it would never have been qualified to develop to its current state.
The reason everyone had been polite to them because of the value they created was that, beneath the tides of spiritual energy, the entire cultivation world was in an extremely unstable and chaotic state.
What they feared was the potential upheaval—not Heyang City, a mere independent cultivator force.
And now, after enjoying a few good years, this leader of independent cultivators had actually begun to think he was somebody. He even wanted a seat at the table. How could that be allowed?
They had to strike hard and make him understand who truly called the shots in the cultivation world. From then on, he would cut off those needless ambitions and obediently devote himself to continuing to serve the sect cultivators.
Of course, if they could use this process to seize a few industries they had long coveted and find new channels for profit, that would be