Mountain-Sitting Duck turned with a calm expression and looked toward the towering azure mountains.
The ten batches of Immortal Realm Beings from the Myriad Mysterious Eastern Land it had slaughtered numbered far more than several hundred thousand. It had never carried out secret assassinations—it had killed them openly and aboveboard!
It wanted the beings beyond these mountains, throughout the four extremities and eight desolations, to know that the Fu Shi Religion was not some righteous path that sheltered them.
For years, Mountain-Sitting Duck had continuously sullied the Fu Shi Religion's reputation, reducing the prestige its disciples had built over tens of thousands of years by descending the mountain to quell unrest to nothing!
Save people, save the world—first slay the myriad living beings.
It had always been so!
The Fu Shi Religion had never been some righteous path. Nor was there any need to continue the glory of a great religion stretching back to the Ancient Era. This was the "Sui Ancient Era," where all beings of the Immortal Realm sought immortality and crossed the bitter sea—not the era of the Immortal Court in the Three Thousand Great Worlds, when demons and monsters ran rampant.
Because of this, its actions spread in all directions, and it came to be known outside as the evil ringleader of the sect—Black Mountain.
Thus, over the years, fewer and fewer Immortal Realm Beings came to ask the sect's disciples to descend the mountain and quell chaos. This influence would continue into the future, until the sect laid low and built its strength, becoming one of the stable, colossal powers of the Myriad Mysterious Eastern Land.
Rather than being endlessly worn down on this path.
It knew this matter could not be concealed. In fact, it had been discovered even later than it had expected.