Jiang Ding called upon the geniuses of the Yin-Yang Extreme Region one by one, asking about the predicaments they currently faced.
"I am about to be refined..."
"I am being hunted down and am about to die. I wish to kill myself; I do not know whether that can ruin their Dao Fruit..."
"What are parents and brothers worth? Generation after generation, living like ants—it would be better to die with me. A family together for life and death, with no one owing anyone anything..."
One Qi Refinement genius after another spoke, some coldly, some with sighs, some through tears.
Their words and their shared fates moved the cultivators around them.
Were there truly so many people in this world who suffered the same bitter fate as we did?
They had already been driven into a dead end.
That was why they had so easily developed goodwill toward this suddenly appearing being. They had truly reached the end of the road; there was nothing left on them worth coveting. They were not overly afraid, for they had nothing left to lose.
"Do you all know my purpose?"
"Speak freely."
Jiang Ding asked again.
Even toward these minor Qi Refinement cultivators, he remained highly respectful.
"Is it because your heart is kind?"
Zhong Limo asked respectfully.
"Immortal Lord, is there anything you require our service for?"
Li Mingyuan asked respectfully.
"Immortal Lord, please give your orders..."
The eyes of many talented Qi Refinement cultivators lit up.
They could be useful!
If such a figure had a use for them, would that not be a heaven-sent opportunity?
Even if they died, that would be a matter for the future. It would not happen within a mere hundred or several hundred years, would it?
"Yes."
"You guessed correctly. Who in this world can