Of course, there were no shortage of narrow-minded cultivators casting jealous looks at Ye Tian.
They always believed that Ye Tian had achieved what he had only because he was lucky and had a good background.
If they had his luck, they would surely have attained even greater achievements and stronger power.
As a result, they overlooked one simple fact.
Ye Tian had several times been cast into the lowest depths, into the most terrifying abyss. Yet he had not despaired. His Dao heart had remained unextinguished, and in the end, he had clawed his way out of that abyss.
These people clearly had a viable, albeit extremely dangerous, path of immortality before them, yet they did not dare set foot upon it.
Because they were cowardly and lazy. They merely complained about reality, envied and hated others, and cursed the heavens for being unfair, yet they had never even once dared to strive or persevere.
Ye Tian called all cultivators like that trash.
These pieces of trash were just like the group of cultivators who had ambushed him at the end. They could not withstand a single blow. Forget great matters—even small matters were beyond them.
Such people posed no threat to him whatsoever.
The current Ye Tian did not take them seriously at all.
Then, at that moment, he noticed several intense gazes filled with undisguised killing intent.
Ye Tian looked down from the platform and saw several arrogant-looking cultivators staring coldly at him.
These cultivators wore pale gold robes and naturally carried an aura and Killing Intent unlike that of ordinary cultivators.
With several cultivators whose Killing Intent soared to the heavens standing there, even the most sharp-tongued petty men did not dare wag their tongues.
Not to mention that, besides those cultivators, several broad and vigorous