Once,
Zhang Qingyuan had also been an ordinary person.
He felt even deeper empathy for this kind of disregard for life and death.
While anger rose within him at the Blood Demon Sect's cruelty, he also thought of much more.
"Those Great Powers who stood high above, towering over the nine heavens, saw all beings between heaven and earth as ants. If, back when I transmigrated to this world, I had not striven to cultivate, perhaps I too might have been shaken to death by the aftershocks of a clash between Great Powers, powerless to change my own fate, left in utter despair!"
Looking at Immortal City, now reduced to ruins, Zhang Qingyuan felt anger toward the Blood Demon Sect over the deaths and injuries of the millions upon millions within the city,
yet a melancholy sigh also rose in his heart.
If he had not grasped power, his fate would not have been much different from those ordinary people in the city.
Life and death, fate and destiny, drifting with the current—perhaps one day, some Great Power would step down, carelessly crushing a vast swath of people to death!
Just like before him,
the Blood Demon Sect had treated the lives of tens of millions within the city with utter indifference in order to open Demon City, which Immortal City had suppressed, showing not the slightest concern!
Just as the Old Ancestor Murong and Zhang Qingyuan were shaken to the core,
at the same time,
They clearly saw streams of flowing light continuously rise from Immortal City's ruins, then plunge headlong into the enormous rift that had split open, rushing into the suppressed Demon City below.
They were all cultivators with at least some strength.
Having preserved their lives amid this great upheaval, they saw the ancient city of