The mirror above the firmament shimmered, broadcasting everything that occurred in the Sacred Land in minute detail.
In every corner of the Twenty-One Provinces, common people looked up at the sky, gazing at a world that was, for them, within sight yet beyond reach.
As they watched the dispute, they couldn't help but sigh silently. They discussed amongst themselves how even Immortals weren't as free and untroubled as they had imagined. Bullying still existed in the Cultivation World, perhaps even more so than in the Mortal World.
In particular, one sentence from a Wuhua Palace disciple deeply stung almost everyone.
Worthless?
Ninety-nine percent of the world's population were ordinary people; how many could be considered the "talented" ones qualified to cultivate, as they called them?
Yet, they were powerless to retort. The commoners pursed their lips, saying nothing as a somber atmosphere spread.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the mirror.
