Jiang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes.

The Reincarnation Eye is enough to see through all dharmas. At this moment, he saw endless resentful spirits roaring in such thick clouds, gloomy and extremely cold.

He frowned, a little surprised, because he found that the aura emitted by these resentful spirits was exactly the same as that of other cultivators in the First True Realm. This made him feel strange. It seemed that the cohesion of this world was not very good. Taiyi Zhenzu, who was at the peak of the True Realm Realm, had also refined so many souls of cultivators in the First True Realm.

As if he saw what he was thinking, Taiyi Zhenzu said coldly: "The strong prey on the weak, and they are natural choices. They are weak, so they can only become souls and weapons, and have no meaning or value of existence."

Jiang Xiaofan sneered: "This is not like what a true ancestor should say, it's really cruel."

There is a battle in any world, especially in the world of practice. Fighting is everywhere and cannot disappear. However, he never thought that a leader of a big world would have such a mentality. He seemed to have never regarded other people as their people to protect them. He had only two definitions of strength and weakness in his heart. Strong people have value and can survive, while weak people have no meaning and need not care.

"I really found something interesting."

He said lightly.

The first realm is indeed very powerful and terrifying, but he suddenly realized that this world cared too much about strength and weakness. Even the leaders at the peak of the realm realm were like this. They only care about powerful people and not about weak monks. Then, the cohesion of this world may be very poor, just like the ancient kings, who might rule the world with power, but they are not popular with the people.

For another starry sky, this has to be said to be a good thing.
Chapter completed!