In truth, most cultivators of the Dongyuan Sect knew that, several hundred years ago, their sect master had traveled here from elsewhere.
Nor had he come to the Chu Kingdom to establish a sect.
Founding the sect and raising disciples afterward had been nothing more than a pastime to while away his idle hours over those centuries.
Thus, for the old master, dissolving the sect was a matter of a single word.
But for its disciples, how could it be so simple?
Some among them had been born in the Dongyuan Sect and spent their entire lives there.
Now that their home faced destruction, leaving was certainly not as simple as picking up their Heaven and Earth Bags.
"With my five spiritual roots, I'll never build a Dao Foundation in this lifetime, much less form a core. If I die, so be it. At least my conscience will be at peace!"
"Elder Wang saved my life. If he stays, what reason do I have to leave?"
"My aptitude may be poor, but Elder Huang treats me like her own daughter-Junior Sister Yuwen, you're still young, and you've only just built your Dao Foundation. Your future is boundless. Hurry and leave, and take Junior Sister Qingqing with you!"
"Song Yan, Li Yi, go. Revive the Dongyuan Sect someday. With you two around, it can be done."
"Han Yuan, what are you still standing here for? Go!"
"Zheng Lun, you still have a wife and child. Hurry and take Xiaoyu and Zheng Fu away."
Many cultivators had abandoned hope of survival and even urged the most talented of the younger generation to leave at once.
For many powers, sects and families were both the backing that sheltered cultivators and the ropes that bound them.
Having provided spiritual resources, nurture, and protection, they