One had to know that in the mysterious and unfathomable Moon Maple Valley, everyone's fate seemed to have already been decided.
They were like lambs trapped in a cage, mercilessly penned in, their only purpose being to serve as tools for condensing "immortal crystals."
Yet even in such a desperate situation, a bold idea arose in Bai Ze's heart.
Since others could do this, why couldn't he?
Couldn't he likewise pen these people in and have them continuously provide him with incomparably precious "immortal crystals"?
Although doing so meant that those being penned up would suffer the torment of having their Immortal Origin constantly extracted, what did that have to do with Bai Ze?
In this cruel world, the strong devouring the weak was an unchanging law.
When one lacked sufficient strength, aside from silently enduring and passively accepting, what other choice was there?
At this moment, the entire world seemed to have become a massive pyramid. At its peak stood Moon Maple Valley's manager—Li Yuntian.
Bai Ze and the others stood in the middle tier, eyeing those at the very bottom like tigers watching their prey, waiting for a chance to launch a frenzied plunder.
Time flowed on, and the years flew by.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed.
Over that long period, Bai Ze and his companions, relying on their astonishing strength, had successfully plundered dozens of first-layer True Immortal Realm experts, along with several formidable second-layer True Immortal Realm experts.
Through this series of plundering operations, the number of "immortal crystals" they obtained was even more staggering, accumulating to more than a hundred thousand!
Without question, this was an enormous figure.
It could be said that with these alone, Bai Ze and the others would not have to worry about handing