Wenren Sheng continued living underground, safe and sound, carefree as he enjoyed life.
Ha ha, you were still a million years too early to play this game with me.
Wenren Sheng threw out the Mushroom weapon, igniting the ambitions of mortals.
That was only logical.
Why did immortals deserve longevity? Why did they deserve to monopolize resources? Before their deaths, could ambitious people who possessed Mushrooms really avoid thinking of using them to kill immortals and threaten them?
Was it easier to threaten immortals, or to deal with someone hiding who knew where?
And there was only one of him.
Once they caught him, the immortals would definitely demolish the bridge after crossing the river.
Rather than place Fate in someone else's hands, it was better to control it themselves.
They said that man had some treasure, but could his treasure compare with countless immortals?
Green Cloud Old Ancestor never imagined that the method he had painstakingly devised to deal with Wenren Sheng would instead become his own grave digger.
And so Wenren Sheng endured.
A thousand years passed.
Two thousand years passed.
Countless immortals died of old age.
At last, Green Cloud Old Ancestor's lifespan ran out, and he could no longer endure the day he ascended.
Green Cloud Old Ancestor could not take it anymore.
He shouted at the ground, "How can there be someone in this world so shameless and despicable!"
"Why is there someone so lazy, so wretched, so cowardly? Why can't you come out and fight?"
"You coward, you craven wretch, why can't you be Hot Blooded for once?"
"As a man, you should be brimming with passion and masculine fighting spirit!"
"If you don't jump out, how will you know you don't have Emperor Potential?"
"If you don't leap down and fly, how will