Li Qingyun felt that this Eternal Fortune was like a speculator—whenever it saw someone in the myriad universes with potential, it automatically gathered around them.
Nothing could be more snobbish.
Now that Eternity was no match for Witch Law, this "snobbery" seemed to have become ever more apparent.
For no reason, another thought arose in him: This Eternity is also somewhat like a drowning man before he goes under, trying to clutch at every life-saving straw...
That thought made him even more pessimistic about the future of the Eternal Myriad Universes.
An inexplicable sense of urgency welled up in his heart again.
With a turn of thought, he stood in the void, looking down upon the endless Eternal city-state beneath his feet. His Dao voice shook the void. "Witch Law is pressing upon us with fierce momentum. This poor Daoist worries over the situation in the Eternal Myriad Universes, and thus has poured all his family assets into artifact forging and pill refinement, regardless of cost, all in the hope of preparing for a rainy day and arming the vast number of Eternal citizens..."
"Yet the declining Shang Clan is, in the eyes of the great noble houses, like a piece of fragrant meat that everyone wishes to carve up. This poor Daoist merely wishes to do something to resist Witch Law, yet I never imagined it would be so difficult!"
"Today, I had no choice but to set foot upon the City Lord's Mansion. I was forced into helplessness and rose up to strike back. What a lamentable thing!"
After beating people up, he still had to seize the moral high ground. That was this poor Daoist's habitual style.
His rumbling Dao voice was like great bells and grand chimes, resounding in the ears of countless Eternal Clan members