Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal. Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal? ---------- Watch as Mo Wuji fights against this destiny with his grit and tenacity. Feel your hearts pound as he goes through exciting adventures and encounters. Cry as tragedies befall him. Smile as he crushes his enemies and forges his own path. Where will his cultivation ultimately lead him?
Mifei Pill-Smith Pavilion. Pavilion Head Min Cheng, Wen Li and Ran Yushui were standing respectfully by the side.
Sitting at the central position were two men and one woman. The one at the centre of the three was a man with triangle shaped eyes. His age was not discernible; he had ashy red hair; his aura was surging, and there seemed to be an indescribable dao energy revolving around him.
On this red-haired man's left was a middle-aged woman who simply looked average, while on his right was a slightly pudgy old man.
Min Cheng stood by the side, his heart was palpitating in unrest. Wen Li and Ran Yushui only knew these three as Immortal Emperors from Mifei Trade Union. He, however, knew more.