This weed fled madly, escaping an unknown number of tens of thousands of miles. Only then did it collapse itself, becoming a grass seed the size of a grain of rice and burying itself deep beneath the earth, where it lay dormant.
"Damn it, it seemed like a lot of karma was looking for me just now?"
"If I were an alien race... it seemed like nothing would have happened."
Jiang Ding took a deep breath.
From the perspective of fate, the Human Race Heavenly Dao had never been stronger. The entire Endless Cosmic Starry Sky was humanity's territory.
But internally, it seemed far too chaotic. Internal strife was severe. This whole system had endured for an unknown number of years, perhaps even hundreds of millions of years, accumulating countless internal contradictions that were on the verge of erupting.
Do not talk about disregarding humanity's greater interests.
Human experts might not treat their own same clan much better.
At this very moment, there had to be a great many cultivators unable to survive for all kinds of reasons, forced into rebellion. If they did not rebel, they themselves, their entire households, and their entire sects would all die without a burial ground!
"And the Human Race Heavenly Dao... that thing doesn't do human things either!"
"Grass!"
Jiang Ding cursed under his breath.
Just now, he had nearly died. He had survived only by fighting with everything he had, along with a great deal of luck.
The Human Race Heavenly Dao treated human life with such cruelty, let alone the many powerful experts.
Perhaps in the eyes of those lineages and sect experts who had enjoyed wealth and honor for hundreds of millions of years, it was hard to say whether the humans filling the skies even counted as people. They