It was easier to mobilize his sect members than Meng Qianqiu had expected. Clearly, the elites were more inclined to be the sacred land’s friends than enemies. That felt like the natural order of the world.

He had very mixed feelings about this. It’d finally dawned on him that the sacred land still had the upper hand, both in terms of morale and the people’s support.

It was ingrained in every cultivator’s mind that the sacred land was the rightful ruler of the nation. Going against it in a fight to the death was an unfortunate turn of events they had to face previously, but deep down, they were still fearful and uncerta...