Through a series of unexpected twists, Liu Yu had killed five True Lords of the Black Ice Palace, leaving Nangong Tian as the sect's sole Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Now, Nangong Tian had breathed his last as well.
That made the Black Ice Palace's vast territory a slab of meat so rich it dripped with fat in the eyes of the other Nascent Soul True Lords.
Within the Ba Kingdom, it occupied the finest resource sites and the broadest territory, only slightly less than the Pill Cauldron Sect and the Soaring Cloud Sect combined.
Such an enormous territory could not be maintained without a Nascent Soul Cultivator to oversee it.
No matter how many lower-realm cultivators it had, they could never hold it. In the end, it was only flowers in a mirror and the moon upon water-an empty illusion.
Even an ordinary True Lord could not occupy so much territory. This was what it meant for one's worth to fall short of one's station.
Originally, despite losing five True Lords, the Black Ice Palace could still have barely held together as long as nothing happened to Nangong Tian.
But now that Nangong Tian was dead, the former colossus that was the Black Ice Palace had effectively collapsed.
And within the Ba Kingdom, the Pill Cauldron Sect was slightly stronger than the Soaring Cloud Sect. Seizing the fattest, choicest cut of meat would be no problem.
Mo Mei had never expected such tremendous gains from simply lending a hand. Her delight was written all over her face.
Even with a Nascent Soul True Lord's composure, a smile unconsciously rose to her lips.
Had her fellow cultivators not been present, she would have burst out laughing!
"Nangong Tian had always been our sect's sworn enemy. Now that Fellow Daoist Qing Yang has