Three days passed again.
Meanwhile, the True Immortal groups hadn't gone online during these three days; they scouted an offline world and bred their synthetic races for three hundred years.
The first batch of sales had already begun.
Profits started rolling in, and every True Immortal personally invested. Upon seeing the profits, they were very pleased.
In the Immortal Realm, dark currents surged.
In teahouses, many people chatted.
"Have you heard? Recently, a few True Immortals have joined forces to establish a brand-new alliance, cutting down the prices of Tao Rhyme books!"
"The world is changing drastically, heaven and earth are changing drastically."
"That's not all. Lately, there have been reports of a batch of strange Plague Gods scattered across the Thirteen Domains, inciting calamities... You might not believe it, but we cultivate fortune while they cultivate tribulation!"
"Cultivating tribulation, how is that possible?"
Winds surged through the Immortal Realm.
