By now, some divination cultivators with neither backing nor cultivation no longer dared wander alone through forests or dangerous places, for their very presence was like a brightly lit target.
It was fine if others did not know they were divination cultivators. Once they knew, it was scarcely any different from having "I'm a fat sheep ripe for slaughter" stamped across their faces.
So they had come to the Heavenly Secret Sect, hoping to gather here and work out a solution to their current predicament.
The Heavenly Secret Sect's largest square was like an enormous vegetable market.
The clamor of crowds filled every corner. Some complained, others flew into rages, but all of it, every last bit, was born of fear.
"What exactly is going on? Have we really been abandoned by heaven?"
"I don't believe it! How could we have been abandoned? The Heavenly Dao has no reason to abandon us! Everything we have now was traded for things we originally possessed. How can it just abandon us whenever it pleases?"
"If you don't want me to divine heavenly secrets, fine, but at least improve my physique and aptitude! What is this supposed to be? Wiping us out to the last?"
"Waaaah, I regret it! I regret becoming a divination cultivator..."
After being weighed down for so long, there were always a few whose emotions teetered on the brink of collapse. These people had relied too heavily on their divination heart discernment, leaving them unable to adjust properly after losing their connection to heaven and earth.
In fact, this was not limited to rogue cultivators. Even some sect cultivators had experienced it to varying degrees.
But more people either complained or remained silent.
"I went to the market alone that day and ran into my enemy. He's always been