"Get up!"
"Get the fuck up!"
In an environment resembling a dueling arena, furious roars rose from all around.
A martial artist lay battered and bruised on the ground, the four digits "9527" branded onto his bare right shoulder.
Who was he?
The Devil Ancestor.
Back then, he had escaped into the cosmos in soul form, only to be captured by experts from the Star Spirit Realm. He had been placed into a body, turned into Servant Corpse number 9527, and then sent with a team to invade the Upper Realm.
Counting the time, it had been several years.
Had this fellow been doing well?
Judging by his swollen face and bruised nose, he seemed to be doing anything but well.
More than that.
He was simply better off dead.
He was in the Star Spirit Realm.
The Heaven and Earth Attributes here were exceptionally rich. Its level was even higher than the Xuanyuan Realm and Dutian Realm, and it absolutely ranked among the very top of the first-rate worlds.
When the Devil Ancestor had first arrived here with the team and felt the dense Heaven and Earth Attributes, he had been so excited he nearly jumped for joy. He had even begun wildly imagining how he would strive with all his might, rise again from the ashes, return to the Upper Realm, and wipe out the Eternal Sect!
But...
In this Upper Class plane, the law of the jungle was even more brutal.
When the Devil Ancestor first arrived in the Star Spirit Realm, he had been classified as a low-grade Servant Corpse and sent to a Spirit Stone mine. Every day, he was either mining or on his way to mine.
The leader of the Demon Madness Race.
How could he possibly resign himself to being a miner?