The grey-robed youth adorned with dragon insignia, Ge Hong, was feeling extremely downcast, truly capital-letter downcast, his despondency evident from the inside out.
During these past few days, to put it mildly, he felt as though he had been transported to a different lifetime...
Wasn't it said that the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were just a barren wasteland with incomplete laws?
Wasn't it said that all the cultivation techniques practiced by the creatures here were passed down from the Immortal Realm?
Wasn't it said that the so-called geniuses here were not even fit to serve as their shoe-bearers?
Ge Hong felt an urge to tightly strangle whoever had started these rumors.
Nothing but nonsense, just utter nonsense, the biggest damn lie!
What a rip-off!
No, it was already causing harm!
If this place was really the insignificant barren wasteland they claimed it to be, then exactly how much more powerful could the Immortal Domain be?