Cutting the Grass

Elm Forest City was an obscure little city on the Heavenly Square Continent. Its city lord, Wang Yulin, possessed only Two Poles Realm cultivation.

Since its founding, this little city had developed steadily, and by now, it had finally reached a certain scale.

Most of those living in the city were cultivators who pursued freedom and ease. They had no burning desire to seek the supreme Great Dao, treating cultivation as casually as a life of coarse tea and plain fare.

There were few shops on the streets that sold cosmic materials, pills, weapons, or armaments. The most common establishments were all kinds of teahouses and taverns.

People gathered in twos and threes, sitting together to chat about matters unrelated to cultivation. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air, accompanied by lingering strings and flutes.

Such peace and tranquility were truly rare in a universe where everyone pursued the supreme Great Dao.

Yet just as the people enjoyed this tranquil life of coarse tea and plain fare, a streak of crimson suddenly descended over the quiet little city.

The crimson spread. By the time the people reacted, it had already transformed into a blood cloud that blotted out the sky and sun, completely sealing off the entire city.

"Blood Refining—it's Blood Refining!"

"Heavens, why did they choose us? We desire nothing, seek nothing but peace. Why choose us?!"

The people of Elm Forest City had no desires or ambitions and lived in great harmony, but that also meant it was impossible for true experts to emerge among them.

Faced with the Blood Refining of evil cultivators, they were utterly powerless to resist!

In the sky, four Chaos Realm Blood Refining Envoys loomed above these tiny lives like four great mountains.

"A bunch of ants!"

"I can't figure out why the