Back home, Wang Chen felt as if his heart had frozen into ice.
Ever since Wang Chen had transmigrated here, faced with the toil and hardship of being a spirit planter, he had persevered.
Faced with the ambushes and schemes of wandering merchants, he had fought back tenaciously and killed them.
Faced with the threat of Evil Spirits, he had fought without yielding.
Faced with the sect's exploitation, he had endured.
Even when facing a great perfection of Qi Condensation cultivator with ill intentions, he had still managed to remain calm.
Though he had felt fear and hesitation before, his resolve had never truly wavered.
Yet what had happened today on the Sin Slaying Platform
had dealt an unprecedented blow to Wang Chen's awareness—or rather, to his worldview.
Because he had seen the dark side of the Cultivation World!
Wang Shaoyuan had once told the original owner many things about the mortal world.
The lives of mortals were exceedingly difficult.
Dynasties and great clans were like towering mountains, crushing ordinary people beneath them.
Natural disasters and man-made calamities arose one after another; Bandits and Ruffians ran rampant everywhere, and Evil Spirits constantly stirred up trouble.
Calamities that wiped out an entire village—or even an entire city—were common.
For an ordinary person to live to forty or fifty was already considered a long life.
Thus, people yearned for the immortal realm beyond compare.
Everyone believed that in the immortal realm, spring lasted all year round and flowers bloomed in splendor; cultivators refined qi, pursued longevity, and roamed free and untroubled.
Even ordinary people could live without worry over food or clothing, happy and long-lived.
Wang Shaoyuan had believed this as well.
That was why he had endured untold hardship and traveled tens of thousands of miles to reach the Cultivation World.