Make the Immortal Sect Great Again

"Admit it-you simply cannot tolerate those cultivators who lord themselves above all others."

"They are different from us. Our emotions can never resonate, our logic is fundamentally incompatible, and coexistence is utterly impossible."

As Wang Ping's voice fell, a towering tome slowly opened.

Be it blessed grotto-heavens, the mundane mortal world, kings and nobles, or immortals and Buddhas filling the skies-all were merely passages within its pages, cultivation nourishment for him, the master of the book.

"So now, the time has come. We will fight!"

"We will fight in the mortal realm, fight in the Brahma Kingdom, fight in the Pure Void Heaven-fight in every place where people are determined to resist!"

"Even if we must set the earth ablaze and burn the heavens to ash."

At the center of the crowd, Wang Ping raised his right hand high and clenched it into a fist.

"Make the Immortal Sect Great Again!"