Compared to the Taiyin Divine Dynasty, whose bloodline had died out and whose nest had been usurped by the Duanmu Clan, the Solar Ancient Sect still existed, but its situation was hardly any better. It struggled to survive on the Eastern Divine Continent like a blade of wild grass.
During the Primordial Era, the Underworld had sought to refine chaos true blood. The Yama Supreme Lineage had struck, slaughtering the Solar Yang Quasi-Emperor at the height of his glory and killing countless members of the Sacred Emperor's Dao lineage to extract the solar yang blood they needed.
During the Desolate Antiquity Era, the Golden Crow Race had coveted them, while other great sects had oppressed them. Under relentless pressure, their territory had dwindled until only a single cultivation ground remained.
The Human Race's oldest institution, its strongest divine dynasty, and one of the birthplaces of cultivation had declined day by day. Now, its population amounted to no more than a village.
The current Solar Sect Master was even more inadequate. He was merely an Immortal One cultivator, desperately maintaining the Solar Divine Sect's last shred of dignity.
"How can an Immortal One cultivator lead a great sect? The Solar Divine Sect really has fallen."
Lin Xian sighed, revealing the aura of great perfection at the peak of Immortal Two. He was a Half-Step Severing the Dao expert. Meaningfully, he said, "On our Big Dipper, holy masters are all in the Immortal Two realm."
Ye Fan sneered. Holy Master Lin need not think he had missed the hidden jab. Immediately, he said sarcastically, "Ambition doesn't depend on a lofty cultivation realm. To ordinary people, those in the immortal platform secret realm are venerable immortals who can live for thousands of years."
"Never mind the immortal platform realm. Even someone in the