Why?
Wu Wang sat on a small hill, lost in thought. He was perched on a mound formed from the bodies of assorted Heaven Palace minor deities and experts of the Hundred Races. Accompanied by their ghostly cries, wails, and feeble struggles, he sank into profound contemplation.
Why is there such a huge gap in the strength of these Innate Gods? The strong become stronger, and the weak become weaker? Over time, has Heaven Palace completely eliminated the paths of ascent for minor deities?
Tsk, although it is an era of prosperity for living beings, each speck of dust from this golden age falls like an unbearable mountain upon these minor deities. Heaven Palace, wait for your minor deities!
This phrase really is applicable everywhere.
