At first, the various sects had been willing to enter by abiding by the secret realm's rules because that was the simplest method and the easiest way to profit. But now, not only could they gain no benefits, they might even make an enemy for themselves. Naturally, they were unwilling.
No matter how extraordinary this secret realm was, it was merely a relic estate. It might contain power left behind by a Primordial Spirit True Person, but there was no actual Primordial Spirit True Person presiding over it. If they gathered the strength of several sects, or invited superior cultivators to come and breach the place, it would not be difficult to seize the cultivation resources and secretly transmitted techniques within.
Once the various sects had made up their minds, they began reaching out to one another.
Yet because of the vast distances involved, and because the sects first had to settle how to divide the spoils, half a year had already passed by the time they were ready to act.
But that did not matter. Even if the secret realm possessed some method to cleanse the heir's marrow and transform his constitution, it could not possibly allow him to attain the superior path within half a year. There was ample time.
Atop Scarlet Cliff of the Yin Talisman Sect, the Blood-Robed Daoist and a group of sect elders were waiting when they suddenly saw a vast crimson radiance spread across the distant sky, like thick blood surging through the air. At the sight, everyone's spirits lifted.
After waiting a while, the crimson light filling the sky withdrew, revealing a Daoist with a cold and grim countenance. He wore a great cloak, while countless blood-red talisman patterns had been drawn over his face and robes.
The Blood-Robed Daoist bowed. "Greetings,