Major sects controlled all manner of spirit ore mines, resource-producing lands, and even all kinds of scriptures containing Cultivation Methods and Secret Techniques that outsiders found difficult to glimpse.
All of these, among other things, formed the foundations of major sects.
Some had been seized by force; others had been accumulated little by little over the years.
Xuan Nu Tower naturally belonged to the latter, but that did not change the fact that it was one of the oligarchs among Immortal Cultivation Holy Lands.
Within Xuan Nu Tower, so long as one had potential, resources might not be abundant, but there was fundamentally no need to worry about the basic needs of cultivation.
At the very least, they did not have to be like cultivators from small factions or Rogue Cultivators, running themselves ragged for a few scraps of resources, even humbling themselves to serve disciples of other major sects in exchange for meager rewards.
At this moment, Xuan Nu Tower's sect had been breached, and countless disciples had died miserably.
The black-clad cultivator figures darting through the sect had each reaped a harvest so plentiful their bowls overflowed.
At the outer edges of Xuan Nu Tower in every direction, quite a few surviving disciples were also fleeing desperately outward, swept up in despair and grief.
With the sect struck by catastrophe, they no longer had the power to change anything. The only thing they could do now was flee Xuan Nu Tower and find a way to save their own lives.
Even ants clung to life, much less people and cultivators.
It was not as if there were no disciples willing to live and die with the sect, but Xuan Nu Tower's great calamity had not been caused solely by external factors. Internal causes had played a considerable part