In the valleys of the Nine Continents world.
"Eternal Transformation took countless hardships, countless years of planning and accumulation. All I've done is send batch after batch of low-level miners to the Immortal Realm. Few of them have amounted to anything."
The young man in white set down his paintbrush and placed the Painting Frame on a shelf. With a faint sigh, he said, "I'm only a mortal. Ascending is truly difficult. And what use would I be as a miner after ascending?"
He had everything in the surrounding worlds under his control.
These miners meant more to him than just their combat ability.
They were all among the lowest-ranked immortals. After entering the Nine Continents world and being suppressed by the ancestral tomb, they had weakened considerably. On top of that, they were arrogant and conceited, never believing that a mortal could possibly kill an immortal. That was what had given him the chance to launch a surprise attack back then.
Using countless drawn people from the Chronicle of Ages, he had forcibly surrounded and killed an immortal.
After that, it had been like a snowball rolling downhill. He lured them over one by one and ambushed them one by one, gradually bringing the immortals of the surrounding worlds under his control.
But that had been in prehistoric times, when killing them had been so difficult.
In the current era, everything had erupted on a far greater scale. People like Xin Xichen and the Nine-Headed Dragon Emperor could each fight an immortal suppressed by the ancestral tomb one-on-one.
For a mortal body to kill the weakest batch of immortals was no longer anything unusual.
What did One Calamity and One Tribulation count as? Could they be considered true immortals?
They were all miners.
There was nothing to be proud