The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
Time passed, and as our island merged with other smaller islands, battles frequently erupted.
Lu Ye and his companions continued to follow their previous battle plan, always sending Gao Tai and Lann Yudie out first to lure the enemy deep before surrounding and annihilating them. Though the tactic had grown old, it remained highly effective.
It wasn't that no one saw through their simple trick, but even if they did, what could they do? Unless the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators refrained from pursuit, as long as they dared to chase, it would be a one-way trip.
Occasionally, they would also encounter cultivators from their own side.
The merging and attachment of these islands in the Chess Sea seemed to follow a principle of proximity, with the closest islands gravitating towards each other, also influenced by those strange bone fragments attracting each other.