"Myriad Phenomena Sect?"
Wang Ba repeated the name.
The name was neither particularly novel nor particularly imposing. Among the many sects Wang Ba had encountered, it seemed unremarkable.
Yet an inexplicable premonition arose in Wang Ba's heart.
This name, this place, might accompany him for a very, very long time in the years ahead.
Yao Wudi knew nothing of Wang Ba's subtle feelings and continued explaining:
"The Myriad Phenomena Sect is vast, occupying tens of thousands of li all by itself, with more high-level cultivators than you could count. You could call the sect a nation unto itself."
"In Great Jin, as long as you don't break the rules, your status as a disciple of the Myriad Phenomena Sect will earn you courteous treatment wherever you go."
"Our sect also has excellent relations with the Longevity Dao Sect, the Wandering Immortal Temple, and Great Jin's imperial family. We are brother sects."
"And precisely because Great Jin's major sects are so united, Great Jin's overall strength ranks extremely high across the entire Wind-Approaching Continent, and even the Nine Continents."
Wang Ba was somewhat surprised.
This was rather different from what he had imagined.
In his experience over the years, no matter how harmonious sects appeared, there would most likely still be friction and scheming behind the scenes.
Take the Three Great Sects of the Yan Kingdom: at first, they gave the illusion that they advanced and retreated together, sharing life and death.
In reality, they were secretly plotting against one another.
As a participant in those events, Wang Ba knew this quite well.
Judging by Yao Wudi's tone, however, this did seem to be true.
After some thought, Wang Ba asked no further questions.
Yao Wudi continued:
"The sect has the Two Palaces, Three Halls, Four Mountains, Five Offices, and Ten