'What am I seeing?'
A pig. A pig walking on its hind legs!
But that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was that this pig was shaking its head, reciting something with great passion and feeling.
One moment, it would clutch its chest with a single trotter, its head tilted slightly, gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, its expression gloomy and profound.
The next, it would be beaming, dancing on its two trotters, overcome with excitement.
And the moment after, it would glare, bristling with fury.
It was like watching a grand opera, a performance filled with all the joys and sorrows of life, of love and hate, a truly unforgettable, soul-searing spectacle.
Looking over at the Void Realm Cultivators before the Pig Emperor, some were deathly pale, clutching their ears as they collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
Others foamed at the mouth, their expressions vacant.
