This day.
The naive Netherworld Primordial Chaos was still enjoying the thoughts sent over by countless universes within his cultivation ground.
Suddenly, a streak of sword light tore across the sky.
It belonged to an Earth Immortal.
An Earth Immortal?
How could there be someone so weak?
Not even as strong as an ant.
And he was from the Human Clan.
The Human Clan truly was weak, the kind that could die from the snap of a finger.
Yet even their lowest realm met the standards of the Highest World.
That was the Heavenly Immortal realm.
Why was that?
An Earth Immortal—could it be that the Human Clan had declined?
It shouldn't have.
With one Hongmeng Da Luo and two Mythic Da Luos supporting their world, it should have been impossible for them to grow weaker.
He alone supported the Netherworld World, and he knew full well that even without emerging from seclusion, it remained incomparably prosperous.
Although those universes had short lifespans of only around twenty billion years, like flowers blooming for but an instant.
He still enjoyed sitting back and watching the clouds roll by.
Therefore.
The appearance of an Earth Immortal caught the attention of the Netherworld Mythic Da Luo.
"Too weak. So weak that it makes me want to watch and see how he manages to survive."
With strength this feeble, a gust of fierce astral wind would probably be enough to blow him to death.
More importantly.
No matter how Ye Shao cultivated, he remained at the Earth Immortal realm.
The Netherworld Mythic Da Luo found it more and more entertaining.
This human was too foolish. Had he not realized that he possessed the kind of disastrously unlucky constitution that made it impossible for him to ever achieve anything in cultivation?
The Netherworld Mythic Da