Preparation for the Sect Wars
Clang!
An old man that seemed like he was in his teenage years slammed a cup on the ground, crushing it in anger. "Damn it! My clone is dead."
"What happened?" Hovering in the air before him was an old man whose body was flickering in different states, turning from one law to another, displaying the frightening extent his cultivation had reached.
"The clone I sent to that infant supercontinent has been killed. If even that is dead, I fear the rest of our sect members have also…" the teenager grunted in anger.
"Then, there's nothing we can do." The old man heaved a sigh in response. "But, don't think about such matters too much. We've already seized all the properties of the Golden Gate Sect. Their remaining forces have gone into hiding in a Sub-Realm. We'll eventually find them and destroy them."