"Report on the work of Netherworld Mountain's Memorial Hall… Last year's annual income has exceeded ten million spirit stones, and it has been operating really well in recent years."
On the Stellar Peak, Feng Yin roughly read the annual work report submitted by the Netherworld Mountain's Memorial Hall. He exclaimed in admiration again and again and his heart filled with emotion.
Ten years ago, the Fallen Immortal was like a huge shadow that shrouded over everyone's heart, which made everyone scared at the mere mention of it. Nowadays, the Fallen Immortal was just like a clay figurine displayed in the memorial hall for people to watch and even humiliate. Even a child could write and draw on his face-- Of course, considering the cost of drawing, only the rich second generation could do it. However, the contrast was so great that the people who experienced the battle a decade ago could not help but sigh.
