"Go ahead and look," Wang Weiguo said coldly.
"You should know just how much your strength would need to grow before you could crush it."
"It would have to reach an extremely high level."
"Don't forget what just happened."
"Uh..." The Great Ascension Old Ancestor froze.
Right—the other party's power had suddenly increased and directly obliterated his entire body.
If he had not still had a few tricks up his sleeve, he would not have been able to speak now.
After thinking about it, the Great Ascension Old Ancestor sighed as well.
Such freaks did indeed exist in worlds of cultivation. After all, the myriad worlds contained all manner of wonders.
You could not claim that something did not exist merely because it seemed unreasonable or defied common sense.
Besides, he himself was no ordinary Cultivator. How could others be ordinary?
As for his claim that he did not care if the people slacked off to force Heaven and Earth into making concessions—
That was merely an excuse.
He simply did not want this cage to grow too strong.
He was like a parasitic worm, unwilling to let the human body grow too strong before he burrowed out.
Slacking off would never earn respect.
It was like the Indians before transmigration.
Ordinary people thought the Indians had forced the colonizers to withdraw simply by slacking off.
But that was not the case. If the Indians had truly possessed nothing but such methods, the English would have been delighted.
The ones who truly drove the English away were likewise a group of rebels.
They resisted desperately, revolted desperately, caused trouble desperately, setting fires and wrecking things everywhere, driving the cost of English rule to an exorbitant level.
And what was the result? Who even knew those people? Those skilled at fighting