Northern Jambudvipa, Fanggu Town.
Black Crow Cult Leader Zhao Xuan walked through the bustling streets and alleys, looking at the brightly colored temples wreathed in unceasing smoke, his expression exceedingly grave.
Rumor had it that Ru Nan had appeared in the Southern Jambu Continent, and Buddhist cultivators from the Great Thunderclap Temple were also there subduing fiends and vanquishing demons.
The Evil Spirit Cult could indeed rally Evil Cultivators, but it had no way of going toe to toe with the Great Thunderclap Temple, so the Southern Jambu Continent was naturally out of the running for this so-called Refining a Nation.
The same went for the Western Ox-He Continent. That was the Buddhist Sect's home base; even if they could get in and succeed, they might not be able to escape.
The Firmament Rhyme Hall had swept Dongsheng Shenzhou clean and was still cracking down hard. Evil Cultivators only fled from it; none were seen daring to enter.
That naturally left Northern Jambudvipa as the only answer.
Moreover, Northern Jambudvipa had one natural advantage over other places-its people worshipped mountain and wilderness spirits that had attained transformed forms as gods.
These mountain and wilderness spirits, which cultivated by devouring distorted Wish Power, were laughably weak. Not only were they easy to assimilate and bring to heel, they were also easy to replace.
Mortals could never truly make out just what sort of being sat atop the high platform.
All it took was a story, a shift in public sentiment, a few divine manifestations, and some prospect of reaping without sowing.
A lie that no one would expose.
Then all the preparations for Refining a Nation could potentially be completed without a sound.
Northern Jambudvipa's conditions were far too perfect. There was no reason not to choose it.
Zhao Xuan was