These past days, Zhao Xuan, the nominal Cult Leader of the Evil Spirit Cult, had felt nothing but a headache.
When something was difficult to handle, Zhao Xuan had always taken the attitude that he simply would not handle it. After all, a task could be left for the future, but he could not borrow a life from his future self.
But what he was handling now could not follow that rule. The entire Evil Spirit Cult had been mobilized, and even that demon of a deputy cult leader had brought the forces behind him into the undertaking.
The good news, naturally, was that the demons had committed resources on an enormous scale, enough to mobilize more than half the Evil Spirit Cult. The forces that arrived left even Zhao Xuan somewhat dumbfounded, while also making him realize that more than half the Evil Spirit Cult was actually in the Heavenly Demons' hands.
Had the original Zhao Xuan known, he would naturally have flown into a rage. Now, however, Zhao Xuan felt a little secretly pleased instead. He intended to withdraw from the Evil Spirit Cult anyway. If the Heavenly Demons wanted it, why not just give it to them? All he wanted was that secret art capable of defying heaven and changing a Blood Qi Evil Cultivator's fate.
Where there was good news, naturally, there was bad news too.
The dealings with the Incense Gods could not quite be called a complete disaster; they could also be called a meeting between sworn enemies.
The Incense Gods had cheerfully accepted every overture from the Evil Spirit Cult, even some that bordered on groveling, before viciously slapping them in the face.
That bunch of Incense Gods had gladly pocketed every Spirit Stone and benefit. After that, no one expected them to