Profound Void Heaven.
Fang Qing walked through the streets and discovered that ninety percent of the pedestrians had vanished in a single breath.
The few cultivators remaining were mostly hurrying along, all discussing the renewed war between the two nations.
Hmm—many True Lords were preparing to strike at Profound Void Heaven, and ninety percent of the cultivators here had fled as well. What desolation could possibly compare?
After observing for a while, he left Unfailing Jade Pivot Palace and arrived at another great hall.
The mugwort scattered across the ground gave off a rich, fragrant scent. White Ze had been waiting for a long time.
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"It's over, it's over—those True Lords have already begun making their move. They didn't even give me the chance to blow up Unfailing Jade Pivot Palace—"
White Ze chattered on and on. Threads of black light seeped through its fur, as though it would turn dark at any moment.
"What do you mean, blow up Unfailing Jade Pivot Palace?"
Fang Qing asked.
"This was also one of my master's plans back then: open Profound Void Heaven for cultivators across the world to mingle, while planting a trigger in their minds. The moment someone plotted against my master, that trigger could be detonated, killing ninety percent of all cultivators beneath the heavens—don't look down on those low-level cultivators as mere ants. They are also the foundation of Spirit Atmosphere and Spirit Rice. If ninety percent died all at once, the entire cultivation world would wither away, and who knew how many True Lords' Dao enterprises would suffer grievous losses. With such a contingency in place, any True Lord who wished to plot against my master would have to weigh the matter carefully—"
White Ze explained, "But those True Lords were no