The cruelty of the world played out here in all its naked splendor.
High-level cultivators threatened and enslaved low-level cultivators. With treasures before their eyes, greed had clouded their minds; they had long cast order and goodness behind them, stopping at nothing. The various factions restrained one another while remaining secretly vigilant, creating an eerie atmosphere around the fissure.
Bai Yujun could not help but sigh inwardly.
"The Devil Race is a chaotic mess because they have no brains, while humans are clever enough to outsmart themselves."
Amid the chaos, there were also courtesies and social niceties, with the strong flattering and praising one another.
"I have long heard of your great name. As expected, your talent is extraordinary and unmatched beneath heaven~"
"Not at all, not at all. Fellow Daoist, you are truly an exiled immortal walking the world. Your reputation is well deserved. A pleasure to meet you~"
"I have long admired you, long admired you~"
After hearing too much empty politeness, her ears had gone numb. Once the treasure appeared, they would likely beat each other until bile spilled out, then turn their faces and deny knowing one another.
Too lazy to concern herself with the chaotic situation, she carefully analyzed what lay beneath the fissure. At first, it seemed like a half-dragon, but upon closer sensing, it did not quite seem so. Some inexplicable power interfered with her investigation, and even her dragon eyes could not see through it. It was like a great demon possessing a trace of Dragon Bloodline, yet also as though the Dragon Bloodline and the great demon had nothing to do with each other.
Through tens of millions of years from ancient times to the present, who knew what monsters had emerged by borrowing dragon blood?
She activated her divination talent