Xu Ying and Daoist Wukong returned to the underground Qiongdou. Qiongdou was still in utter chaos, with all kinds of treasures flying wildly through the air, and people dying from time to time.
"People from Zhaojie, get back to Zhaojie!" several strange men reeking of alcohol shouted at them.
However, judging by these strange men's appearances, they probably were not true members of the Other Shore Saint Clan either. Xu Ying had no idea why they had the nerve to order them to leave.
"People from Zhaojie look somewhat similar to people from the Three Realms, so people from the Three Realms are often mistaken for people from Zhaojie."
Daoist Wukong was already used to this scene. He said to Xu Ying, "Once you've muddled around in the lower levels long enough, you'll learn that the races from different universes here all believe themselves to be pure-blooded members of the New Saint Clan, the masters of the Other Shore, while everyone else is a parasite who came here to enjoy their blessings."
He casually swung his staff, smashing the head of the strange man who had tried to kill them. As he led Xu Ying outward, he said, "They don't dare go to the surface. If they do, they might be sent back to their respective universes or killed. Yet they don't want to return to their own universes just like that, so they have no choice but to muddle around underground, hoping that one day they can rise above the rest."
Xu Ying looked at the people from the Other Shore underground and asked in puzzlement, "Can they really rise above the rest?"
"Of course they can. There's a legend circulating here about a Head-Snatching Overlord. It says that a woman named Zhong Yuliu was skilled at peeling people's