An army of hundreds of millions of demons and ghosts, along with the Thunder Division's heavenly soldiers and generals, headed toward the distant lesser world.
"Greetings, exalted lords..."
Celestial Lord Shuo Yang, a middle-aged cultivator with handsome whiskers, and Ming Guangzi and Xi Ping'an bowed respectfully where they stood, their postures humble to the extreme.
But they received no response.
The upper-realm army had arrived, yet it offered neither rewards nor reprimands. It was as though the three had been components that had completed their tasks and now had no further use, no value at all.
No one paid them any attention.
"Sigh..."
Celestial Lord Shuo Yang maintained his scrupulously humble etiquette even after the upper-realm army had gone, but his heart sank. These upper-realm cultivators are extraordinarily arrogant. It's as if they've become a higher order of life, no longer the same species as us. Even speaking to us seems like something they'd have to hold their noses to do, as though they'd spotted filthy, stinking beggars.
If we want to learn how to ascend to the upper realm from them, I'm afraid it will be difficult.
He had once been unrivaled in the lesser world and was the founder of the Northern Plains Clan. He knew all too well that such a gulf in rank was like an abyss. Communication was nearly impossible, as was forging any personal connection. There was virtually no chance.
If they shamelessly forced their way closer, they would be killed in an instant.
"For now, we can only wait."
Ming Guangzi appeared just as humble, all but prostrating himself before the upper-realm army. Years of exile had changed him greatly, and his voice was cold as he spoke through divine sense.
"Let's see how Jiang Dingzi responds."
"And how strong this upper-realm army