A few days later, the Scholar Foundation began relocating. They had agreed to Nameless's terms.
The threat of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect was drawing ever closer. Many factions had felt its towering, murderous flames and petitioned Nameless to let them move their headquarters to the Great Wilderness Special Zone.
Nameless did not agree so easily. He opened his mouth like a lion and demanded a steep price: any faction that wanted to move there had to surrender ninety percent of its wealth, give him copies of its collected texts, and open its Oracle Network records for inspection to confirm that its members had made no prohibited remarks.
Without question, his demands were harsh in the extreme.
The day Nameless announced them, posts cursing him reached a peak on the Oracle Network.
But just two days later, many people began deleting their posts. The Ten Thousand Demons Sect had found the worlds some cultivators came from.
After all, most cultivators did not enter the Divine Treasure Space in the flesh.
They logged in through Space Crystals, much like connecting to the internet. If their home worlds were attacked and their physical bodies found, they would die even while their souls remained in the Divine Treasure Space.
Nameless had obtained his first Space Crystal by killing its previous owner.
The Ten Thousand Demons Sect's indiscriminate attacks happened to strike several such worlds, and the owners of those Space Crystals perished on the spot.
Only then did countless cultivators whose souls were in the Divine Treasure Space abruptly realize they were not safe.
And if they were not safe, they needed somewhere that was. Many thought of the Great Wilderness Special Zone. Others hoped to enter the Divine Treasure Space through it in the flesh, then return to their original regions.
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