The Old Ancestor of the Changsun Clan

"Rumble!"

The auras of the two great powerhouses blanketed heaven and earth. Wherever they passed, space itself seemed to freeze. Countless weaklings trembled, for the wrath of a Heaven Tier expert was no less than the eruption of a terrifying natural disaster to people at the bottom.

It was even more terrifying than that.

At least natural disasters followed certain patterns, and people could find ways to avoid them. But a powerhouse's moods were as fickle as joy and rage...

Many times, perhaps merely stepping out of the house with the left foot first would draw some powerhouse's attention. If luck was on their side and the other party was in a good mood, they might receive a windfall dropped from the heavens. If they were unlucky... disaster would descend.

Living in the world of cultivators, life could sometimes be this damn fucked-up.

Even if one did nothing at all, a meteorite might fall from the sky and smash into their forehead, abruptly ending their shabby life.

Northern Yan City was much better than most other places. There was some hidden chaos here as well, but under the tacit suppression of the City Lord Mansion and several powerful families, open unrest rarely occurred. Even when it did, it would swiftly be crushed.

Even so, countless people were deeply grateful.

The Changsun Family also had a Heaven Tier expert overseeing it, yet its prestige had always fallen far short of the City Lord Mansion's. The reason was that the former considered only its own family, while the Beishan Clan gave an extra layer of consideration to Northern Yan City. That was where the difference lay.

When the two Heaven Tier experts had unleashed their pressure earlier, the Heaven Tier expert of the Tyrant Heaven Army had shown no restraint whatsoever, utterly