Make the Immortal Sect Great Again

“Admit it—you simply cannot tolerate those lofty cultivators.”

“They are different from us. We do not share the same emotions, nor do we think alike. True coexistence between us is impossible.”

As Wang Ping’s words fell, a colossal tome slowly unfolded before him.

Whether they were blessed lands of cultivation, the mortal world, kings and generals, or the immortals and Buddhas that filled the heavens, all were nothing more than scripture scrolls recorded within its pages—each serving as nourishment for the cultivation of its master.

“So now, the time has come. We will fight!”

“We will fight in the mortal world. We will fight in the Brahma Nation. We will fight in the Heaven of Pure Emptiness. We will fight wherever people still have the courage to resist!”

“Even if it means setting the earth ablaze… and burning the heavens themselves.”

Standing amid the crowd, Wang Ping raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

“Make the Immortal Sect Great Again!”