The sect master gave Chen Xun an awkward smile.
Dao Observation Sect making a run for it was a common occurrence. Or rather, throughout the vast Ten Thousand Ridges Territory, there was no lineage that did not frequently flee; the main reason was that the state of the world was exceptionally turbulent.
Sometimes, powerful outsiders invaded and swept through the land, like the Three Thousand Immortal Territories' Experts and the fiendish human race of that year. The same was true now. Cultivators from other realms had never treated the cultivators of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories as living beings.
It could be said that in today's Immortal Realm, everyone fought for themselves. So long as one was of another race, there was no need to treat them as equal living beings—just as mortal humans treated chickens, ducks, fish, and geese. Not to mention cultivators of differing realms and different levels of life.
At other times, powerful outsiders erupted into great wars, and many immortal territories within the domain frequently changed hands.
Then there were the occasional "Children of Destiny" who sprang up in the Immortal Realm. They dazzled in their youth, then reshaped the world's order after attaining the Dao. Though they were native cultivators of the Immortal Realm, blessed with formidable talent and physiques, they could still only drift with the tide, seeking a peaceful place where they could draw one more breath.
"Daoist, haha... this is the untamed era of the Immortal Realm, where strong ones rise together. Back then, this poor Daoist absolutely never meant to deceive you."
The sect master smiled sheepishly, somewhat dejected. "If fate allows in the future, we will welcome you fellow Daoists to Dao Observation Sect again to cultivate. For now, we can only seek out another tranquil place."
To be fair.