On this day, Meng Yu didn't meet with anyone, as it was his day off. After fighting for thirty days, he was exhausted to the extreme, so, even if the sky were to fall outside, he simply couldn't be bothered to care.
And outside, the sky did indeed come crashing down.
The Blood God Empire was a deeply fragmented world where Immortals resided high above the clouds, pulling the strings to prevent the whole civilization from plummeting down.
To give a small example, the usage range of a Storage Bag was from one thousand to ten thousand times. In the hands of a Cultivator, it was merely a storage device, but for a colonial planet, it was absolutely a Divine Artifact for pioneering: transportation, technology, space stations... all of such things needed it, otherwise, one would have to spend tenfold, a hundredfold, or even an incalculable amount of resources.
But for a Cultivator, even if he ruled over a planet, what use were the money and resources to him?
