Chapter 262.2: Behind the White Wall - Part 2
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 262.2: Behind the White Wall - Part 2

The lake water fell from the sky, gradually converging into streams that flowed back toward the bottom of the lake. However, due to the deep craters, they could not fill the lake again, and the water poured into these deep pits. It was unclear when or if they would ever be filled again, perhaps remaining unfilled for a lifetime.

The middle-aged daoist rode atop the black ox, arriving at the lakeside. Looking at the deep craters, this middle-aged daoist holding an oiled-paper umbrella looked at the bottom of the lake. Looking at the traces of a major battle that had occurred previously, there was no emotion in his eyes. He naturally understood that the traces of this great battle were left behind by Chen Chao and Yun Jianyue previously. Yet, at the same time, he also realized that Yun Jianyue had not emerged victorious from that battle.

"The gap of a cultivation realm, but he still could not win. Senior Brother actually views such a person as a genius, that's a little blind."

The middle-aged daoist spoke calmly. With a casual beckoning of his hand, he caused something to emerge from the muddy lake bottom, radiating a faint, eerie light.

Once the mud fell away from it, the true form was revealed – a broken magic artifact, which originally seemed to be a demon subduing staff.

Looking at the sharp break on the staff, the middle-aged daoist said calmly, "Among the invading enemies, was there a formidable sword immortal, or was it buddhist cultivators that were the invading enemy?"

Without waiting for a response from the black ox, the middle-aged daoist continued, "In ancient times, did your sects not differentiate between different schools of cultivation? Whether it was martial artists, sword cultivators, or the buddhist, daoist, and confucian paths, could all these different cultivators coexist within one sect and debate on Dao?"

The middle-aged Daoist shook his head. He could not fathom how a group of cultivators with varying philosophies and schools of cultivation could coexist within the same sect.

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