What were these people seeking in their lifelong cultivation and eager ascension?
Chen Shi looked at the corpses of the maidservants and the Azure Qilin, feeling somewhat bewildered for a moment.
The maidservants who died at Xi Muran's hands might have been lofty immortal fairies in the mortal world before their ascension, geniuses the sects took pride in, and renowned masters celebrated far and wide, yet in the eyes of an immortal court noble scion like Xi Muran, they were merely playthings to be used and insects to be exterminated.
When nothing was amiss, they were Xi Muran's playthings; when trouble arose, they were corpses that guarded secrets.
This stark disparity made Chen Shi extremely uncomfortable.
Toil so hard in cultivation for what? You are proud talents!
Chen Shi thought inwardly, In the heavenly court, ascending immortals are mere foot soldiers in the Heavenly Soldier Camp who can be wiped out at will; in the immortal court, ascending immortals are likewise mere ants that can be slaughtered at will. Just as when I passed the scholar examination, in the eyes of the villagers I was Master Scholar. But in Xijing, a scholar is worth a fart.
For the first time, he felt the Earthly Immortal Realm was so hypocritical and laughable.
The so-called Immortal-God War is nothing more than a power game for those in high positions, having nothing to do with us lower-realm immortals who underwent bitter tribulations and ascended! This is not our fight; no matter which side wins, the status of us ascenders will not change in the slightest.
A surge of inexplicable sorrow and indignation rose in his heart. *What do the Six Dynasties matter, only making private plans for their own households? This point never changed in Shenzhou, nor did it change in the Western