"What is this again?"
It was already countless times that the Purple-Robe Old Man had felt like a frog at the bottom of a well. He was, after all, a dignified Nascent Soul True Person, virtually the pinnacle of existence in the mortal world!
Whether it was military might and national fortune—which could only be utilized by those from the lower realms—or the fragments of the First Emperor's Twelve Metal Colossi, they had all once made him marvel at the wonders of heaven and earth and all things within them.
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