Roar!
As the Wild Bulls looked up to the sky and roared, they halted their previous work, crossed mountains, traversed seas, and climbed the Heaven Pillar.
No matter how they were blocked or warned, they did not stop their strides toward the Heavenly Realm.
At this moment, they only wanted to question the greatest grievance and final query within the hearts of the departed.
"Why? Why were we killed?"
"Are mortals not the fertile soil for the Immortal Path?"
Bang!
An earth-shattering pressure forced all the Wild Bulls to their knees.
A lofty voice seemed to come from beyond the sky: "Mortals are indeed the soil that bears the Immortal Path, but on barren soil, vibrant, luscious flowers cannot bloom."
"Therefore, this soil needs fertilization, and all the world's waste and weaklings are the best fertilizer."
