Betting It All?

"Mo Han, how does it feel to be a living being?

Have you forgotten the torment of the countless billions of wronged souls from our Fourth Era?"

Mo Han's expression turned solemn. "I would never dare forget! Why does my lord say this?

Has this subordinate done something wrong?"

Ming said calmly, "You have yet to return to the Supreme Realm. With such trifling strength... what could you possibly do wrong?

I merely ask why you have not returned to the battlefield."

"My lord... that Chu Yuan simply isn't human!" Mo Han cried bitterly. "He has set his sights on our Fourth Era's artifact-refining path.

Ever since I reincarnated, he has kept me under his thumb, forcing me to cultivate his Immortal Path.

Day and night, he squeezes me dry!

Not only must I refine artifacts, they must be magical treasures suited to the Immortal Path!

If they do not please him...

he cuts off my supply of resources!"

"In artifact refinement, your attainments are not as profound as Qi Heng's. Even if he forces you, what result can he force out of you?"

Mo Han sighed. "It is precisely because my spiritual nature is inferior to Qi Heng's that I need even more time to build things up.

Speaking of which, Qi Heng has far more time than I do. He should have time to pay his respects to you, my lord..."

The expressions of the several strange Supremes below the platform were complicated.

Back when Ming had selected people to reincarnate, the moment they heard they would lose their power and have to go to the territory of living beings... naturally, everyone had fled from it. In the end, only a few unlucky souls with poor connections had been sent over.

But now, it seemed these bastards were