"Brother Jiang's aura had vanished for nearly half a day. It seemed he still couldn't do anything to those four alien leaders."
Within the dim Heavenly Abyss, layers upon layers of black mist churned and rolled. A dignified figure sat upon a great stone chair, his gaze distant. He then looked toward the shadowy figures gathering along the mountain path below. Some were even shoving, cursing, and fighting one another, yet they all displayed extreme reverence toward him seated atop the mountain.
They were a group of cowards.
They were the weakest faction in the Heavenly Abyss.
Cowards had not completely lost their courage.
On the contrary, when facing those weaker than themselves, their courage swelled enormously. They bullied the weak and feared the strong, just like the group of cowards below who were beating and cursing several even weaker beings.
Yet they collectively showed absolute respect toward the strong. They survived by clinging to the powerful, fawning and flattering as they came together to pay homage.
Zhu Wushi calmly watched the cowards below, who treated him with utmost respect while kicking and beating those weaker than themselves. He found the Heavenly Abyss rather interesting.
Those who could survive in the Heavenly Abyss had already become psychologically twisted, with every darkness of human nature magnified.
Take the Soul-Lost Ones, for example. Having lost their original hearts and willingly fallen into depravity, they hated all beautiful things. They would even rack their brains to drag normal people into their ranks, falling together and becoming filthy maggots in a dark gutter.
And weren't the cowards before him just like the corrupt officials of his Ming State? Before him, they were respectful to the extreme, not daring to show the slightest offense, wearing harmless expressions. But once they turned around, they revealed another