Within the Holy City, Meng Dian felt the eyes watching him from all around.
At first, the pressure on him was quite substantial.
But as his cultivation technique circulated, and waves of energy emanated from a certain treasure within him.
A trace of black air, imperceptible to others, appeared in his eyes.
A surge of hostility suddenly arose in his heart.
His body trembled, and the aura around him erupted once again, even more violently than before.
"First Saint Master senior, what a clever tactic, what profound scheming!
In the end, with all this talk of prioritizing the world and its people,
aren't you merely using that so-called prohibition to shackle the world's cultivators to maintain your Holy Mountain's rule?
For over a thousand years, the world has been under the control of your Holy Mountain long enough.
Under your tyranny, all those in the Innate Realm are bound, their minds not free.
