Even with Devil Lord Sackcloth sneering and jeering beside him, Su Che felt deeply moved as he looked at the twenty-four Earth-Fixing Divine Needles driven deep into the ground, where magma still churned all around them.
For the sake of protecting this world, Mysterious Capital Palace had truly paid a tremendous price.
Twenty-four Earth Immortal Celestial Venerables had drawn a prison upon the earth here, enduring the force of the land's rupture and barely keeping Heaven and Earth from collapsing completely.
Whatever its way of doing things, Mysterious Capital Palace did indeed possess a side worthy of respect.
Yet how long could such a price be maintained?
Cultivators sought Longevity Realm only on the surface; what they truly sought was transcendence and freedom. How could one cultivate to the end only to become a captive laborer?
Though Devil Lord Sackcloth spoke crudely and had poor taste, his way of thinking truly represented the mindset of a considerable portion of this world's cultivators.
This was the Law of Dao and Virtue. Some took from it purity beyond blemish; some would not pluck even a single hair. Most, however, made their choices somewhere between those two extremes...
As Su Che pondered this, Devil Lord Sackcloth's escape speed gradually slowed.
Heaven-and-Earth Northern Pole was already clearly in sight.
The earth had split open from its core. The so-called Northern Pole was no longer a single point, but a vast region at the northernmost edge of the land. The Ninefold Celestial Firmament here, like that in the Southern Wastes, had become exceedingly thin. Great swathes of Heavenly Devil Clans could be seen drifting back and forth above it like dark clouds that could never disperse.
There were also the strange radiances released by Devil Sect cultivators as they tore open the Ninefold Heavenly Firmament