Red-Robed Figure Appears After the Rain Clears

Several decades passed. As Profound Origin City rose to prominence, the contradictions within the immortal path had not eased; instead, they had intensified further.

The cultivation lineages could no longer endure sending their elite descendants to the battlefield in an endless stream, decade after decade.

Still less could they endure their current status, so utterly mismatched with what it had once been.

Ten thousand acres of spirit fields, a million servants. Pearls and jade scattered at will, treasures and goods without end.

That was what a cultivation lineage ought to look like.

They had heard that the Fu Family and Ling Clan of Donglai had once possessed such grandeur.

But what of the Southern Continent's lineages?

Suppressed by the Crimson Abyss Daoist Sect, they had no choice but to huddle within the bounds of a single mountain and river, obeying Crimson Abyss talisman edicts.

If Crimson Abyss remained strong, they could only bow their heads and submit.

But now, the Crimson Abyss Daoist Sect's elites were being steadily consumed on the battlefield, and one immortal had even "fallen."

Naturally, others saw "an opportunity to exploit."

Many cultivators began to complain about the Crimson Abyss Daoist Sect, believing that its devotion to exterminating demons and its forceful maintenance of the Great Demon Calamity's progress ran contrary to the true intent of the immortal path.

The immortal path was pure and carefree, benevolent and life-valuing.

Now that the Right Continent had been retaken, why not make peace with the demonic path and recuperate? At worst, they could return Profound Origin City and its thousand-mile realm of pure land to the demonic path. That would save the immortal path from internal attrition and stop the endless dispatch of people to the Central Continent.

Such voices grew louder by the day.

After the campaign