I saw a few carriages on the streets. The merchants and the people in them closed all the curtains when they saw me pass them on the road.
That was how worried they were about the constant attacks. I did not blame them. Even I was scared of dying with that weak body with all the craziness happening.
The 'good' part of all the shit was the Sects' recruitment. War brought the death of many cultivators, so almost all Sects were willing to accept new disciples. I found one after tons of research and asking. It was an evil Sect with blood-related spells and cultivation art. That fitted my Avatar's style.
The location of said Sect was deep inside a dangerous forest, and it was actually in a cemetery! That made the place look creepy, but I had to keep moving and enter the Sect.
Two cultivators came to see me when I arrived there, both in the Foundation Establishment.
"Stop right there," they said, with angry tones and visible killing intent.
