The Four Symbols Emperor's Counterattack

On a certain continent, in a mysterious place.

Amid the rolling blood mist, four figures gathered together.

"We've received word. Those above want us to continue the blood refining!"

"What? Continue the blood refining?"

"Isn't that sending us to our deaths?"

"Exactly. Rumor has it that some meddlesome expert has appeared in the universe. Even those above can do nothing about him."

"Under these circumstances, sending us to continue the blood refining is no different from sending us to our deaths, isn't it?"

"The order has come down. All we can do is carry it out."

"At this point, we can only pray that we won't be discovered by that meddlesome fellow."

"Fine, then let's pick a smaller city and finish the blood refining quickly."

Jiang Feng's deeds of protecting the weak, punishing evil, and upholding justice had already spread throughout the universe.

However, most people felt nothing much about what he did.

To those who had never experienced despair, Jiang Feng was simply someone with too much time on his hands.

Of course, to those whom Jiang Feng had once saved, he had truly accomplished something earth-shaking.

Yet this matter had become little more than idle talk for most cultivators.

The small city was tiny. It had been founded by a cultivator who had only recently reached the Two Poles Realm, and its population numbered merely a few hundred million.

Moreover, most of the Rootless Realm cultivators settled there had no lofty ambitions. Most of them had cultivated their way up step by step from greater worlds. After the long journey through the Physical Force Realm, the Transcendental Spirit Realm, and the Longevity Secret Realm, they had lost interest in pursuing the endless Great Dao.

They only wished to live ordinary, uneventful lives for the rest of their days.