Xu Ying stood at the ferry crossing. He saw more than a dozen Cui Yan Tower Ships sailing out of the Sea of Chaos, carrying powerful cultivators from other universes. They came in all shapes and forms, and there were quite a lot of them.
There were especially many Immortals—numbering in the hundreds.
Xu Ying went forward to inquire and learned that all these people admired the Other Shore. They had heard that enlisting in the Other Shore's army would allow them to officially become people of the Other Shore, so they had eagerly signed up.
Because their cultivation was profound, sneaking across through the Dong Xu would take too long. Thus, they could only take the path of enlisting in the army.
These people are the true expendable goods of the calamity, Xu Ying thought with a sigh.
The Other Shore governed the Great Thousand Universe, harvesting and enslaving these universes, yet the cultivators of those universes had a peculiar mentality. Some hated the Other Shore, but the moment they had a chance to become people of the Other Shore, they immediately abandoned their homeland, risked their lives crossing the Sea of Chaos, and set foot on the Other Shore.
What they had not expected was that becoming true people of the Other Shore was no easy matter. The vast majority became expendable goods used by the Other Shore to wear down its calamity, and very few survived.
Even if they survived and became members of the New Saint Clan, they would face the hatred of the Old Saint Clan and the other New Saint Clan members. In most cases, they would even be stripped of the right to marry and the right to bear and raise children.
"Why has something like this happened?"
Xu Ying pondered for a