"Wuya, you'll die a miserable death!"
"Oh God... I'm coming..."
On the altar, a cacophony of collapse, angry curses and frenzied prayers erupted together.
High Priest Wuya's eyes glinted with eerie green ghost fire, and he smiled coldly, unconcerned.
He inexplicably recalled Wuwang City, the capital of the You Dynasty. From the first day he set foot there, he knew everything was false, and for his own gain, everything could be sacrificed.
Those fanatic believers were foolish; the true higher-ups only shouted slogans loudly, seeking their own benefits within the Divine Sect.
As for those who were clear-headed, they could only blame their misfortune; had he, Wuya, not gone through life and death time and again to climb to this position?
The You Dynasty was once a branch of the Ancient Human Race, cultivating methodically, surviving in the crevices between evil demons and malevolent gods.
When did it become like this?
