Beside them, many citizens and cultivators watched, and whenever there was an execution, whether of a god or an immortal, it would win a round of applause.
Nearby, there were vendors selling buns, and their business was quite good.
The Glazed Tile Chariot traveled along the road, passing through mountains and rivers shattered and scarred, with vast expanses of desolation caused by the divine skills of powerful immortal gods.
They passed through many places where the battle of the immortal gods continued, casting a pall over the heavens and the earth.
Compared to here, Penglai West truly seemed like a paradise untouched by the flames of war.
Chen Shi watched in silence, as the voices of old acquaintances echoed in his ears again.
"This is the way of the world!" "You can't change this world!" "The world is like this, what can be done?"
...
Each voice reverberated in his head, making it buzz.
