Back then, they had listened to him and chosen to withdraw of their own accord. Although they had relinquished a considerable share of their interests, their people had survived, at least, preventing an immediate avalanche of collapse.
Still, choosing to hide themselves more deeply and abandoning most of their interests would undoubtedly leave them badly weakened.
Without sufficient resources, it was hard to say whether the cult had splintered in spirit, or what state it was in now.
Then it all comes down to whether their faith is truly "devout."
Can they remain devout even without resources?
Outside a pill shop, Liu Yu's eyes flickered slightly.
Having lost the leadership of its core members, the remnants of the Sacred Fire Cult were dragons without a head, and still had to contend with suppression from the Divine Sand Sect.
There was also the possibility of pursuit by the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Heavenly One Sect.
It took no thought to realize that the Sacred Fire Cult's situation must be dire.
They searched every corner of the bustling pill shop, but found no sign of the Sacred Fire Cult.
"..."
Several strongholds in succession had yielded the same result. Zhou Yunlong's expression darkened as he realized the desperate straits the Sacred Fire Cult was in.
At the same time, fear stirred within him.
Since he had begun cultivating, he had gained very little experience in dealing with people or fighting other cultivators. At most, he had exchanged blows with low-tier demon beasts and sought guidance from the various cultivators Liu Yu arranged for him.
Although his theoretical knowledge was extensive, his practical experience was pitiful!
Faced with the current situation, Zhou Yunlong felt at a loss, not even knowing where to begin.
*Why does this mission feel like a bottomless pit