This weed fled madly, escaping who knew how many tens of thousands of miles before it finally dissolved itself, turning into a grass seed the size of a grain of rice and burying itself deep beneath the earth, where it lay dormant.
"Fuck, it felt like a whole lot of karma was looking for me just now?"
"If I were an alien race... it seemed like there would have been no problem."
Jiang Ding took a deep breath.
Judging by fortune, the Human Heavenly Dao was stronger than ever before. The entire boundless cosmic starry sky was human territory.
Yet internally, it seemed far too chaotic. The infighting was severe. This entire system had persisted for who knew how many years, perhaps even hundreds of millions, accumulating countless internal contradictions that were about to erupt.
Don't talk about disregarding the larger interests of humanity.
Human powerhouses might not treat their own kind much better.
At this very moment, there had to be countless cultivators who could no longer survive for all sorts of reasons and had no choice but to rebel. If they did not rebel, they themselves, their entire families, and their entire sects would die without even a burial ground!
"And the Human Heavenly Dao... that thing doesn't do human things either!"
"Damn it!"
Jiang Ding cursed under his breath.
Just now, he had nearly died. Only by fighting with everything he had, coupled with a great deal of luck, had he survived.
The Human Heavenly Dao treated human lives with such cruelty, let alone all those powerhouses.
In the eyes of many families and sect powerhouses who had enjoyed wealth and status for hundreds of millions of years, it was hard to say whether the humans filling the skies even counted as people. They were merely piles