'All those below Golden Core are nothing but ants... No, I should say, all those below Nascent Soul... are ants...'
Chu Mu sighed, a wave of melancholy washing over him.
In the great catastrophe of Bazhou, even Nascent Soul Great Powers were caught in the scheme. As for those below Nascent Soul, they were nothing more than ants.
This was true even for the Golden Core Cultivators, who seemed so high and mighty.
Including the various powers and the Loose Cultivator Golden Cores, there were at least a dozen Golden Core Cultivators. How many of them survived the Chen Family's plot?
As for those below Golden Core, among the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators in the city, it was unlikely any survived that cataclysm.
To say their lives were treated like worthless weeds might not even be enough to describe the catastrophe in Bazhou.
But the melancholy lasted only a moment before it transformed into an overwhelming sense of urgency.
