"The human realm is fragile, ultimately suffering in torment!"
Zhang Jian gazed downward. In this fertile land, several kingdoms were constantly at war, countless people displaced. With the authority of the earth, he slightly perceived the many demons lurking in the mortal realm, taking advantage to create mischief, absorbing the essence blood and souls of living beings.
Those kingdoms were merely puppets propped up by the Immortal Sect Dao Lineages, unable to control their own fate.
They could only shut their doors and find joy amidst their suffering.
At this moment, Bai Liying saw Zhang Jian's gaze resting on the branch of the Two Realms Mountain Range, the Qingli Mountain Range, and she instinctively guessed some of Zhang Jian's thoughts.
"Your Majesty has taken a liking to the spiritual land within Qingli Mountain?"
Bai Liying's eyes fell below.
