[Let Little Meng Suffer a Little] (Second update)

A bolt from the blue exploded, leaving Lin Xian utterly numb. What was wrong with these Other Shore Practitioners? What did they take this universe for—a land of terrible peril? They were actually using it to exile their opponents.

But on closer reflection, the three eras of Shrouding the Heavens, Perfect, and Sacred Ruins were indeed perilous beyond measure. Bone ash had scattered across the Myriad Realms, giving birth to the Eerie Race. Darkness shrouded all worlds, periodically harvesting the heavens, while the common people lived amid deep waters and scorching flames.

Calling it a dead universe, a sinister grave inhabited atop a corpse, would be no exaggeration.

If the struggle for transcendence in the Lifetime Universe was a palace power struggle staged by a pack of old foxes, they all wore smiles and appeared impeccably courteous while secretly stabbing one another in the back. They showed no mercy even to allies, because there was only one throne of transcendence.

Anyone could become an enemy, and anyone could become an ally. Declare that you would not contend for the Dao Fruit of transcendence, and everyone would try to win you over. You could sit steady on your fishing platform, with an excellent chance of staying alive.

In this great universe, however, the insurgent armies of all worlds fought under the Heavenly Court's leadership against the Dark Ancestors, seeking to overthrow the Underworld's rotten rule.

The relationship between all worlds and the Plateau was not like the Lifetime Universe's display of warm affection, unhurried composure, and cultured courtesy. It was a life-or-death struggle. There were only two sides to choose from, with no possibility of perching on the fence.

"After the examples of two generations—the Daoist Venerable and the Three Pure Ones—safely attaining transcendence, no normal Other Shore Practitioner would willingly