As the booming voice faded away, Wei Cheng's brow was furrowed tightly, his face covered with ominous clouds.
It was indeed a remark that awakened one from a dream.
He thought he was shameless enough, without any limits.
But he forgot that, in essence, the Human race of the Immortal World and the mortals on Earth weren't too different.
This was a point they could proudly proclaim, but also a shared aspect with an ugly side.
With the ecological changes in the Immortal World, the Human race faced a great disaster, akin to the collapse of a country, the ineffectiveness of laws, and moral standards unable to uphold the bottom line.
Indeed, anything could happen.
After a moment of contemplation, Wei Cheng finally turned his attention to the outskirts of Baihe Fairyland. Over the past nine thousand years, a continuous stream of Sealing Monarchs and Fairy Monarchs had defected to his side, and to date, over five thousand Immortals had fled here.
