Self-Defense from the Will of Heaven and Earth

Rear Mountain.

Another three days passed.

Everything was peaceful.

Tang Dongyang sat on a rock, shading his eyes from the sun with one hand as he enjoyed this hard-won beautiful life.

Watching the disciples come and go, listening to their clamor.

It was nice.

If only it could stay this nice forever.

A smile rested on his face. Having lived for over fifty years, it was only this year that he had realized why one should live.

These days had been rather uneventful.

Uneventful to an excessive degree.

There was no plot, no other world, no new secret manuals, and no new breakthroughs from newcomers.

At that thought, the smile on Tang Dongyang's face faded.

Looking at the sky, he seemed somewhat troubled.

The other world.

It was still the matter of the other world.

Who knew when it would descend.

In a moment?

Tomorrow?

Or perhaps several years from now?

Something just felt off.

The Azure Mountain Sect remained as wonderful as ever, while the viewers in the livestream nearly rioted.

All kinds of complaints flooded the barrage comments.

[So boring. The plot for the past month or so has been utterly devoid of anything worth watching.]

[Yeah. Lin Hao hasn't been tortured either. What is the production team even doing? I can't eat, and I've lost several pounds from hunger.]

[Reject boring plots! Give us back the old Lin Hao!]

[Reject boring plots! Give us back the old Lin Hao!]

[Boring, seriously. I'm planning to drop the Azure Mountain Sect livestream.]

They could hardly be blamed.

The main reason was that the Azure Mountain Sect was now far too united.

The plot simply could not move forward.

Either there were no extras, or the props malfunctioned. In any case, something always went wrong.

The production team could not