Mountain-Seated Duck turned calmly and looked toward the towering blue mountains.
The ten batches of Immortal Realm beings from the Myriad Profound Eastern Land it had slaughtered numbered far more than several hundred thousand. It had never carried out secret assassinations—it had killed openly and publicly!
It wanted the beings throughout the Four Extremities and Eight Wastelands beyond these mountains to understand that the Fushi Cult was not some righteous path that sheltered them.
For years, Mountain-Seated Duck had continually tarnished the Fushi Cult's reputation, reducing to ashes the tens of thousands of years of prestige earned by sect disciples who had descended the mountain to quell chaos!
Save people, save the world—first slay the myriad living beings.
It had always been so!
The Fushi Cult had never been any righteous sect. Nor did it need to prolong the glory of a great sect from the Ancient Era. This was the "Primordial Era," when all beings of the Immortal Realm sought immortality and struggled to cross over—not the era of the Three Thousand Great Worlds' Immortal Court, when demons and devils had thrown the world into chaos.
Thus, its deeds spread in all directions, and outside the sect it was branded the sect's wicked ringleader: Black Mountain.
As a result, fewer and fewer Immortal Realm beings had sought to invite sect disciples down the mountain to quell unrest. This influence would continue into the future, until the sect concealed its brilliance and bided its time, becoming one of the Myriad Profound Eastern Land's stable, colossal powers.
Rather than being endlessly worn away on this path.
Mountain-Seated Duck knew this matter could not be concealed. In fact, it had been discovered even later than it had expected.
"Fourth Brother, what exactly have you been doing these past years?!"
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