And so, the long war between the three Immortal Sects was finally over.
The final outcome of this war was beyond most people's expectations.
The woman in the purple skirt spoke again, "Those Ancient Sect Ruins now belong to my Purple Mist Sect. Does anyone have any objections?"
Hearing this, the many Golden Core Masters were even more resentful.
Deep within the Ancient Sect Ruins, there was a high probability of an undiscovered opportunity to reach the Nascent Soul realm!
If they could obtain it, they might have a chance to cross that insurmountable chasm, become lofty Nascent Soul Cultivators, and look down upon the mortal world for a thousand years!
But now...
With the Purple Mist Sect's intervention...
All of it had come to nothing!
"We will obey the Upper Sect's command!"
Everyone spoke one after another, their tones filled with reverence. They dared not reveal the slightest hint of resentment or disrespect.
Just like that.
