The blazing summer sun hung overhead at noon.
Chong Shanyue sat in a carriage wearing a dark robe, eyes closed as he rested.
"Young Master, please look over the market's recent earnings."
Inside the carriage, the pretty little maid beside him tore off a layer of facial skin. The back was densely covered in writing and data.
Yet beneath the maid's peeled-off face was another layer of facial skin.
This one, however, was extremely charming and alluring.
Not to mention layers of facial skin.
As their realms deepened, their skin and flesh split into layers. Even inside a single thigh bone, countless overlapping layers of bony cell walls could be found.
In the end, even their brains were the same.
Treating a layer of facial skin as a casual diary, covering it in writing for others to read, was perfectly normal.
That was where the diversity and brilliance of civilizations lay.
Every system in the Thirteen Domains of the Immortal Realm was tremendously versatile. In civilian life, combat, development, and growth potential, each had its own hexagonal warriors.
They had climbed to the peaks of countless vast, multidimensional civilizations and seized the Immortal Realm as their own blessed land—all of it had been won through fists and blood!
The war back then had killed until the heavens collapsed and the earth split apart.
"Business hasn't been good lately."
Chong Shanyue glanced at the market's earnings data and fell silent.
He lifted the curtain and looked out at the bustling streets. Shouts rang out from time to time.
Occasionally, patrol teams in armor passed by, their expressions carrying a trace of tension.
The carriage suddenly stopped. Chong Shanyue asked a patrolling guard, "Have the Rogue Cultivators outside the market been caught yet?"
The guard's expression turned solemn. "Reporting to Young Master,