Wang Wu did not disturb those Taiyi engaged in salvage looting.
Instead, he turned back and carried out the same sort of salvage looting in other areas.
Not only had he shed his illusions about those Da Luo, he had also shed them about the way the entire world operated.
Just like the song said: there had never been a savior.
This world—no, any world—would never naturally produce fairness or justice.
Such things did not exist.
Nor was there any karmic retribution or cause and effect.
If there was, it was at most a tiny scrap of mercy from some Da Luo-level being, a few crumbs tossed down.
That was how these worlds operated. There would be no such thing as true creator gods, because Da Luo were creator gods.
Wang Wu could create an entirely new world now. How could he not understand?
Fairness and justice were things said for mortals and the weak to hear, for mortals to learn, promote, follow, and obey.
He did not need to obey.
It was that simple.
Righteousness? Chivalry?
Sorry, if this was a dream, then keep sleeping. Do not wake up. Perhaps it was a beautiful story worth taking comfort in.
Very soon, Wang Wu discovered that it was not just him and that group of Taiyi conducting salvage looting. There were many more. Everyone was silently working away.
Most of them were Heavenly Soldiers and Generals from the various immortal realms of the heavens. With the support of Perpetual Immortal Artifacts, they were highly organized and efficient, like giant monopoly corporations.
A small portion were like private mine owners.
They too were secretly looting with the mad desperation of people who would leave no descendants behind.
Wang Wu was no exception. Big One was no better than Second One.
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