“You say we’ve always taken things away from others...? You’re so arrogant for a mortal.” 20

From among the tumultuous cultivators, an old man with a white beard reaching to his ankles flew in and slapped Lauel. He used such little force in the strike that it couldn’t even kill a bug, but the impact was still powerful. 2

Lauel’s face was ruined. His skin peeled off, his nose broke, and his cheekbones caved in. The old man snorted. Lauel fell to the ground, covered in blood. The cultivator stepped on him hard enough to break his spine. 7

“You enjoyed reigning over everything because the world you lived in is so small and insignificant. It must have been easy earning other people’s respect in a world where petty mortals fought each other. But don’t you have to face reality now? We are cultivators, and we are your enemies. We will kill you all soon. Your proud empire will become nothing but ruins. We can afford to lose the Full Moon Fortresses. As long as the cultivating world is united, we can take over this land with its inconsequential history. Just like this.” 16

The old man mocked Lauel, who was wriggling like a worm beneath his...5