The next morning.
Chongshan Town was still putting on shows—a round of Hot Dance.
Even quite a few extremely busy Nether Realm Esteemed Immortals had taken time out to come over, watch the spectacle, and enjoy the fun.
The Xi Rong-affiliated forces were merely one of several hundred civilizations that cooperated with the Nether Realm.
Originally, the Xi Rong-affiliated forces had not had a particularly high login rate in the Nether Realm, but their numbers had suddenly surged dozens of times over.
That was the importance of a hot topic.
Why did certain internet celebrities like attacking one another, putting on all kinds of "you die or I die" dramas and acting as though they were sworn enemies—one cursing at the other, then the other cursing back?
Because only by cursing each other could they attract people eager to watch the spectacle, and only then could they draw traffic.
Even the Esteemed Immortals were sneaking around in disguise, secretly putting on an alias and coming to watch Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun's Hot Dance.
"Now that's explosive."
"Who would've thought this fellow Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun had a talent for Hot Dance?"
"Hahaha, how interesting. Far too interesting. I never expected there to be so many people in this world who weren't afraid of powerful authority."
Some of the people saying these things were Esteemed Immortals looking for entertainment, while others were displeased with Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun and deliberately mocking him.
Unlike the giant civilizations of the Immortal Realm, the Nether Realm had always been rife with struggle.
But where there were hostile Esteemed Immortals, there were naturally friendly ones as well.
"You're courting death."
"You're enjoying the show like this—what happens if Xi Rong makes you do Hot Dance someday too?"
"A civilization born this evil, one that breaks