In August, war raged across the Northern Desert, and beacon smoke rose on every side.
Wu Lianyi's sudden uprising might have seemed unexpected, but there was nothing hasty about it.
During their long concealment, they had already conducted extensive investigations into all the surrounding powers. They cared nothing for aristocratic clans' deep foundations or thousand-year legacies. What they focused on and craved came down to one word-resources!
Resources, and nothing but resources!
Resources of every kind: for conducting Warrior experiments and passing down techniques, for cultivating experts and sustaining their followers, for growing spirit medicines and raising spirit creatures...
They seized them all.
Within a short time, they had plundered an area spanning hundreds of thousands of li, leaving its former owners wanting to weep but unable to shed a tear.
Beyond plundering resources, they also killed many who resisted. In the Warriors' world, these aristocratic clan elites and elders were not people of special worth. What they sought was everyone like dragons: all mortals, outer disciples, and sons born of concubines would have an equal right to cultivate.
They had no need to keep these people alive to govern their vast territories on their behalf. Instead, they regarded them as threats, and killed them outright at the first sign of resistance.
To the aristocratic clans and sects, this was naturally an exceptionally brutal course of action. But the Warriors had already gathered unstoppable momentum, their experts and fighters emerging in endless succession, each possessing formidable strength. There was no way to resist them.
Bai Fuyun had not accompanied the elders of the two sects into that sealed grotto heaven to study the Time Dao. He remained outside, responsible for guarding the sect, and naturally knew everything that was happening among the populace.
However, well aware of Wu Lianyi's prowess,