After experiencing two lifetimes and traversing the Three Realms, Zheng Yi understood one truth.
Everyone is an independent individual; there's no one you can rely on except your own fists and strength.
In the Cultivation Realm, countless families vie for supremacy, merely taking this desire and raw power struggle to the extreme.
People from the mountains and those in the valleys are, at their core, just people, unable to escape the seven emotions and six desires, unable to escape the entanglements of interests.
At this moment, under his relentless refining, the layers of human skin covering the canopy above were processed, flowing with peculiar runes and emitting a faint, eerie white glow.
Boundless mysterious and sinister power surged forth, as the black mist billowed, sending out a suffocating coldness.
The raging Yin wind howled over the gray sky of Tai Mountain City, the surging Yin Qi seemingly controlled by some mysterious power, pouring into the black mist all at once.
