A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
The disparity between strength and status was fully revealed at this moment. A figure in the Bone Tempering Realm, or one who had grasped an Artistic Conception, could butcher hundreds of second and third rank demons as easily as slaughtering chickens; if one were to preside over a township, it would certainly be as stable as Mount Tai.
However, the reality was that it was almost impossible for those in the Bone Tempering Realm to merely preside over a single township. Even for the entire An Yu County, having someone like Deputy Governor Yu Jun attend to it was already showing significant attention.
After all.
In the Bone Tempering Realm, even for a grand clan like the Yu Family of the Inner City, counting those over sixty whose Qi-Blood and Realm strength had deteriorated, there were at most thirty people; only about twenty were truly at their peak.
Moreover, fewer than half of those held command over an Artistic Conception.