Cloud Millet Immortal Sect.
Countless experts descended from the sky, their eyes filled with intense greed as they looked at the ancient array shielding the entire sect gate.
Now that all of Cloud Millet's experts had died with the Qin Clan, even if there were guardians left at the mountain gate, they were probably just a few small fries.
Although the array before them seemed somewhat formidable, with so many experts present, couldn't they just hammer through this turtle shell?
They probably couldn't get a share of the Qin Clan, that piece of fat meat... but being able to divide the accumulated resources of this supreme orthodoxy should be enough to satisfy everyone.
"Everyone, let's join forces and break this great array?" The Emperor from the Sacred Cloud Ancient Sect stepped forward, seemingly taking the clear lead.
Aside from him, there was only one other Divine Emperor present, whose cultivation was even one grade lower than his.
Therefore, no one dared to refute his words. Brilliant spiritual light instantly erupted around them.
"Dammit!"
BOOM!!
One terrifying attack after another rained down.
Palms the size of heavens, ancient seals shimmering with seven-colored divine light, and all manner of axes, halberds, swords, and spears fell from the sky, crashing violently against the ancient array.
The void shattered layer by layer; the sound of the Dao echoed for miles without end.
But, the ancient array only shook for a moment before returning to complete calm.
"What a terrifying array. No wonder that old thief Yun Cheng dared to lead his experts to crusade against the Qin Clan without worry. It seems the grade of this ancient array is certainly not low."
"Everyone, don't lose heart! No matter how powerful the array, without experts to maintain it, it can't hold out for long. Continue to follow my lead!!"
Boom! Boom!
The collisions, deafening like thunder, continued unabated for a full three days and three nights.
For thousands of miles around the Cloud Millet Immortal Sect, countless cultivators watched the attacks that resembled divine punishment. Besides fear, their eyes held a faint trace of desolation.
In normal times, who in the entire Eastern Territories of the Sacred Dynasty would dare show such disrespect to the Cloud Millet Immortal Sect?
But now...
To the victor go the spoils. The name Cloud Millet would likely soon be forgotten by the world.
Crack!
Finally, on the fifth day, a clear cracking sound suddenly came from above the ancient array.
A gleam of excitement flashed in the eyes of the Eastern Territories' mighty ones, their faces pale and auras feeble.
It's broken!!!
Finally, the light on the great array flickered and then dissipated into streams of light scattering across the sky.
Gulp!
Countless experts swallowed hard, their faces gradually flushing with excitement.
The accumulated resources of a supreme orthodoxy... just thinking about it is thrilling.
Whoosh!
As the first sound of rushing wind echoed, streams of light began falling from the sky like meteor showers, illuminating the heavens.
But!!!
When the crowd landed in front of the immortal sect's main hall, the expressions on their faces suddenly froze.
Why... is it so quiet inside the Cloud Millet Immortal Sect? There isn't even a single person in sight?
With the cultivation of the Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor and the others, it was impossible for them not to detect the strangeness here. They immediately frowned deeply, their Divine Emperor pressure rolling out.
"How is this possible? Could the cultivators here have learned the news early and hidden?"
"Impossible, right? The great array was active; they couldn't have gotten out."
"This is strange..."
"Never mind! Let's check the treasure vault in the back mountain!!"
The Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor stepped forward, his figure leading the way as he rushed towards the back mountain of Cloud Millet.
"Let's go!!"
But when everyone arrived at the treasure vault, they found that aside from the figure of the Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor, the entire vault didn't even have a single spirit stone?!
???
The Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor's body trembled. He swallowed hard.
"Everyone, listen to me..."
"Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor, aren't you being a bit too greedy? This treasure vault has nine floors, and you want to swallow all the treasures alone? Aren't you afraid... of choking?" The Emperor from the Forgotten River Ancient Clan sneered, a cold intent quietly spreading around him.
"No, Brother Forgotten... When I arrived, this place was already empty..." The Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor smiled awkwardly. He naturally knew how weak this excuse sounded.
The Cloud Millet Immortal Sect's ancient array was completely intact; it was impossible for anyone to have left.
And the Cloud Millet Sect Master certainly wouldn't have believed his expedition against the Qin Clan would end in his death, so why would he transfer the treasures from the vault elsewhere in advance?
"Oh? So the Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor means... there are ghosts in the Cloud Millet Immortal Sect? They not only secretly infiltrated the ancient array but also quietly took away the entire sect's accumulated resources? Is that what you mean?" The Forgotten River Divine Emperor scoffed. "Do you believe that yourself?"
"No, Brother Forgotten, I know!!" The Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor slapped his thigh hard. "It's the Sacred Church! It must be that a mighty one from the Sacred Church descended, executed the Cloud Millet remnants, and took the fortunes."
"The Sacred Church?" Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.
But even if a Sacred Church mighty one had descended, how to explain the ancient array surrounding the mountain?
Would the Sacred Church, after destroying Cloud Millet, leave an ancient array behind to create confusion?
Is that possible?
Not to mention they had rushed here immediately after killing the Cloud Millet Sect Master without the slightest delay.
And the Eastern Territories were a full 108,943 miles from the center of the Sacred Dynasty. Even if a Sacred Church mighty one rushed over upon hearing the news, they couldn't possibly have been so fast.
Therefore... this deduction was inaccurate.
That made the answer much clearer.
"Hehe, does the Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor think we are all three-year-old children? If you don't share the fortunes today, don't blame us for being impolite." The Forgotten River Divine Emperor shouted coldly, divine light flickering around him, clearly ready to fight at a moment's notice.
"This Emperor said, the items are not with me!!" The Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor was clearly angered.
His Sacred Cloud Ancient Sect was ranked among the supreme orthodoxies. Although not as powerful as Cloud Millet or the Qin Clan, it had still been inherited for a thousand years. How could it be threatened by a mere Forgotten River Ancient Clan?
"Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor, people... mostly die from greed. Although our individual cultivation and influence are inferior to yours, if we unite... Why doesn't the Divine Emperor remove his clothes and open his sea of consciousness, allowing us to search?" Another Divine King expert expressed willingness to fight.
"How dare you!! I said I haven't seen them, so I haven't seen them! If you have the guts, feel free to fight this Emperor!" The Sacred Cloud Divine Emperor, the leader of a supreme orthodoxy in the Eastern Territories, had never suffered such humiliation. Sacred light shot skyward around him, and what seemed like Dao shadows flickered around him, exuding boundless majesty.
"Hmph, as if I fear you!" The Forgotten River Divine Emperor took a step forward, instantly appearing before Sacred Cloud. His hands shimmered with seven colors as he slammed a palm strike down.
"Everyone, join forces to execute this beast!!!"
BOOM!!
The Eastern Territories of the Sacred Dynasty, having just quieted down, once again echoed with the sounds of colliding spiritual pressures.
The leader of a Cloud Millet vassal force looked up and wept, facing his countless disciples. "Everyone, Cloud Millet has fallen. I want to hear you call me... Sect Master, one more time!"
"Dammit! Who are you calling 'disciple'?" Sounds of rushing wind echoed as the once prosperous sect instantly scattered.
Meanwhile, Cloud Millet's remaining ancient cities and territories had all been divided up by the Myriad Daos Demon Sect and the Ling Clan.
The storm had ended here.
But all the rulers of the supreme orthodoxies faintly felt that this seemed to be just the beginning.
Unknowingly, the landscape of the Eastern Territories had changed.
They just didn't know which power would be the next to fall.