Dao Sect.
Sect Master Ying Xuanzi frowned as he read the letter sent by the Nine Heavens Supreme Pure Palace.
He looked to be in his thirties or forties, dressed in a white cloth robe and dark cloth shoes. A faint jade glow suffused his strong features.
Ying Xuanzi was also a Revolving Stage cultivator, but he lacked the forcefulness expected of a sect master. He had little drive to advance and could barely hold on to what he had.
"A chance to reach the Reincarnation Realm? The Nine Heavens Supreme Pure Palace is willing to share such an opportunity? And it's invited the seven other super sects to gather at its gates?"
No matter how he looked at it, Ying Xuanzi could not make sense of the letter. After studying it for ages, he found only two words between the lines:
A scam.
If you truly had a chance to reach the Reincarnation Realm, wouldn't you keep it for yourselves? Why share it with us out of kindness?
"Gan Lao, what do you think?" Ying Xuanzi asked the elderly man beside him.
"Sect Master, I think something is amiss," Gan Lao replied. He, too, was at the Revolving Stage.
Dao Sect was not actually the weakest of the eight super sects. With two Revolving Stage cultivators holding the fort, it could be said to rank second only to Yuan Sect.
Unfortunately, Dao Sect and Yuan Sect were mortal enemies. The latter had oppressed them relentlessly, and countless promising disciples had died at Yuan Sect's hands over the past century.
It left Dao Sect looking battered by wind and rain, like the sun sinking behind West Mountain—doomed sooner or later.
"Yes, there must be a problem. But we have no other choice. We have to go," Ying Xuanzi said with