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Mysterious Void Heaven.

As Fang Qing walked along the streets, he found that ninety percent of the pedestrians were gone.

Of the few cultivators remaining, most hurried along with anxious expressions, discussing the renewed war between the two nations.

"Hm—the many True Lords are preparing to move against Mysterious Void Heaven, and ninety percent of the cultivators here have fled as well. What utter desolation."

After looking around for a while, he left the Jade Pivot Undying Palace and arrived at another great hall.

Mugwort scattered across the floor gave off a rich, fragrant aroma. White Ze had been waiting for a long time already.

"It's over, it's over—those True Lords have already begun making their moves. They haven't even given me the chance to blow up the Jade Pivot Undying Palace—"

White Ze rambled on and on. Threads of black light glimmered through its fur, as though it would turn black in the very next instant.

"What do you mean, blow up the Jade Pivot Undying Palace?" Fang Qing asked.

"This was also one of my master's schemes back then. He opened Mysterious Void Heaven for cultivators across the world to exchange ideas, while planting a trigger in their minds. Should anyone plot against my master, he could detonate those triggers and kill ninety percent of all cultivators under heaven—don't look down on those low-level cultivators as mere ants; they are also the foundation of spiritual aura and spirit rice. If ninety percent of them died at once, the entire cultivation world would wither away, and who knew how many True Lords' paths would suffer immense damage? With this as a fallback, any True Lord wishing to scheme against my master would have to weigh the matter carefully—"

White Ze explained, "But those True Lords were no fools either.