"Changing the Common Folk—how could that be easy? They may seem to have bodies and faces just like ours, but in truth, the gulf between them and us is practically that between monkeys and men!"
"If it were merely an ordinary disparity in wealth or an imbalance in strength, perhaps something could be changed. But when the gulf is this vast, it can only be called the Immortal-Mortal divide."
Hearing Li Chen raise this issue, Dong Pengfei felt his burning enthusiasm cool.
Only now did he realize that the million Common Folk there were not merely a resource. They could also become a burden.
To put it bluntly, the average spiritual root aptitude of the Common Folk there was a tenth or even a hundredth that of the people of Eastern Victory. For them, attaining qi refining might already be their limit, in stark contrast to the people of Eastern Victory, who could reach early-stage qi refining relatively easily.
Yet even so, he had heard that deeper in the Star Sea, and throughout the boundless void, there were many more whose spiritual root aptitude was a thousandth or a ten-thousandth as strong, or who had no affinity whatsoever with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Those were mortals with mundane roots in the truest sense. Even the Divine Artisan Yan Shi of old could do nothing for them.
Thus, they had another fitting name: the "Abandoned People."
Li Chen had crossed into this world decades ago and had almost forgotten his previous life. Yet hearing of such humans, he could not help thinking of Past-Life Earth.
The so-called age of the end of the Dharma, ordinary mortals...
Did those terms not describe precisely such people?
In this world where extraordinary powers ran rampant, life was exceptionally harsh for the