Today, a massive fleet of Immortal Boats, led by several powerful ancestors, is rapidly approaching the Black Water Mountain Range. While these formidable leaders are busy discussing their upcoming strategy, the expressions of the Innate Great Perfection cultivators aboard the other vessels have grown increasingly grim.
Even if no one dares to voice their discontent aloud, it is not because they are truly satisfied; they are simply terrified of being killed for speaking out. After all, compared to the Postnatal Realm cultivators, the resources they receive as Innate Great Perfection practitioners are meager. With so much wealth consumed by those in the Postnatal Realm, there is barely anything left for the rest of them. And yet, when real danger arises, they are the ones expected to step forward and provide assistance, all while being told it is "for the sake of the Immortal Realm."
In one of the ships, a male disciple sits on a stool, looking dazed and questioning the very meaning of his existence. It is only when an old friend approaches that he snaps out of his trance. Just as he is about to speak with a flicker of excitement, he notices his friend’s face is even darker than his own.
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