The golden-robed Jian Huang looked at the Meishan Clan Master. "Thank you."
"There’s nothing to thank. In the Temporal Temple, most people are pitied." The Meishan Clan Master shook his head. "They’re forcefully taken away to experience countless life and death crises, and many of their temperaments are distorted to devils. Most of those who don’t become devils are all abnormal. But the Temporal Temple simply doesn't care. What they want is to filter out and cultivate the strong."
"Just like the methods of raising insects in the Deity World," Chen Jiu continued, "Included among these is the method of raising poison insects by letting them massacre each other—letting countless poison insects fight; the survivors are the strongest! All others are completely exterminated. The Temporal Temple also does things this way.
"Ai, I really envy brother Wu Huang." The golden-robed Jian Huang said, "They broke free from their restraints."
