Ding Yushan was struck dumb with shock. After asking around for a long time, he finally learned that because of the Devil Race invasion, the entire inheritance of the Wind-Snow Sect had nearly been severed.
Although his master and mistress had survived, his master had been gravely wounded in the final battle and would likely never succeed in forming a Nascent Soul in this lifetime.
That world-shaking calamity had claimed far more than Ding Yushan's junior sister. Nearly all the Foundation Establishment disciples in the sect had perished. After all, the cultivation techniques they practiced were not among the finest, so their combat strength had naturally been limited.
Whether they faced devil cultivators or those mysterious black-clothed figures, their enemies had been terrifying existences. The entire sect had suffered devastating casualties.
Most crucially, Ding Yushan, the senior disciple, had also been caught up in a frenzied pursuit. In the end, he heard that the group of cultivators had entered the Ancient Flying Sand Grottoes while hunting down the remaining enemies, and all of them had vanished.
This broke Ding Yushan's master's heart. He and his Dao companion had once gone to the Ancient Flying Sand Grottoes to search for them, only to nearly die inside themselves.
Ding Yushan had never emerged again. Grief-stricken, the two of them were filled with resentment toward both the Devil Race and the Pure Land Sect, but it was a vengeance they could not avenge.
After discussing it, the pair took their last remaining disciples and left the place where the Wind-Snow Sect had originally laid its foundations. As for where the Wind-Snow Sect ultimately went—
Even after emerging, Ding Yushan spent several decades searching, yet still failed to find them.
His master and mistress had deliberately chosen to live in seclusion. They certainly would