When I Hold a Blade in My Hand One Day, I'll Slaughter Every Cliffhanger Dog Under Heaven

If Immortal Heaven were compared to a radiation-soaked world piled high with high-tech junk, then God Court was very likely a... uh, "gamer" having the time of their life scavenging trash.

Mm, comparing them to "gamers" was quite fitting. Because they might have mastered some kind of Celestial Ruins that could neutralize one of Immortal Heaven's greatest environmental hazards... perhaps?

—After all, the most dangerous thing in Immortal Heaven was still the aftermath of the Celestials' battle, which continued to advance at the speed of light.

This could only have been the power of Celestial Ruins. Even a powerhouse at the Limit of Dao Integration could not possibly supply hundreds or thousands of immortals with the power to remain unaffected by the spacetime effects of the universe's axis in Immortal Heaven.

These Celestial Ruins were the foundation of God Court.

Yet when faced with this conjecture, the other three Free and Unfettered Cultivators looked at one another.

This...

God Court's actions carried something of the air of... an owl finding a rotten rat?

There was a bird in the south called the yuanchu. It rose from the South Sea and flew to the North Sea; it would rest only on parasol trees, eat only the finest food, and drink only from sweet springs. Then an owl found a rotten rat. As the yuanchu passed by, the owl looked up at it and cried, "Shoo!"

That was the feeling.

Today's Immortal Heaven was very likely no longer a paradise, but the battlefield of a Celestial civil war. Anything deeply connected to the Forty-Nine Paths would surely have been utterly wiped out there. Even if Celestial Ruins remained, they ought to be "infrastructure facilities" unrelated to the Super Turing Machine known as the Forty-Nine Paths.

What were they in such a hurry