The old Daoist suddenly smiled with a hint of disdain. "This poor Daoist isn't even in the Foundation Establishment stage; what qualifications do I have to face the Three Calamities and Nine Disasters? In my eyes, the lives of mere mortals are no different from ants. When I'm in a good mood, I might step over them; when I'm in a bad one, I'll just squash them beneath my heel."
A chill surged through everyone's hearts.
To think they were viewed as so insignificant by cultivators—nothing more than random ants that could be crushed at will!?
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