"Not bad."
High in the sky, Liu Yu looked down on the scene and nodded softly, thoroughly satisfied.
He had annihilated the Hehuan Sect, absorbed Snowfall Pavilion, and cowed Crescent Moon Valley and the Void Clarity School.
After a great war, the atmosphere throughout the sect had been renewed.
Like withered wood meeting spring, it had burst with fresh vitality.
The entire sect had become brimming with life.
At its root, this was because he had made the pie bigger. As the sect grew stronger, it controlled more cultivation resources.
With more cultivation resources, the requirements naturally became somewhat less stringent.
Even ordinary disciples had more chances to obtain crucial resources, and thus better chances of advancing to the next realm.
Under these circumstances, they would naturally cultivate diligently and repay the sect.
After all, advancing to the next major realm would more than double their lifespans.
So long as they were fortunate enough to advance, even if they lost the chance to advance again, they would have more time to see the world's beauty.
They would have more means to find female cultivators with good qualities in every respect and produce offspring with superior bloodlines.
Was the instinct of life not to exist and perpetuate itself?!
And Liu Yu was the very person who had given them that chance!
Although he cared little for the grand sacrificial ceremony before him, he naturally would not refuse an opportunity to increase his prestige.
In any case, he did not have to organize it himself. The sect's elders would handle everything.
Unlike his previous life, in this cruel Cultivation World, strength was the foundation of everything.
So-called "reason" was a joke before absolute strength.
Everyone, cultivators included, firmly believed that the world became a better place because the strong ruled it!
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