The vast army of demon ghosts and the Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals departed, heading toward the distant Minor World.
"Paying respects to the Esteemed Lord..."
Where they stood, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, Ming Guangzi, and Xi Ping'an—the middle-aged cultivators with handsome beards—kowtowed with utmost reverence, their bearing humble to the extreme.
Yet they received no response.
The upper realm army had descended, with no intention of rewarding them or rebuking them, as though a component had completed its task and no longer had any use or value.
No one paid them any heed.
"Alas..."
Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch maintained his impeccably humble etiquette even after the upper realm army had gone far away, but his heart sank. "These upper realm cultivators seem arrogantly supreme, as though they are already higher lifeforms and no longer of the same race as us. Even speaking to us is something they must do while pinching their noses, as if they had seen filthy, reeking beggars."
"If we want to obtain a path to ascend to the upper realm from them, I fear it will be difficult."
He had once been the invincible being of a Minor World, the progenitor of the Northern Plains Families. He understood all too clearly that such an abyss-like gulf of rank was almost impossible to bridge. There was no way to build connections, no possibility at all.
If they shamelessly tried to force their way close, they would be killed in an instant.
"Now, we can only wait."
Ming Guangzi likewise appeared extremely humble, almost worshipfully kowtowing toward the upper realm army. Years of wandering exile had changed him greatly, yet his Spiritual Sense Transmission was icy cold.
"Let us see how Jiang Ding Zi responds."
"We must also see how strong the upper realm army truly is. If