Like a torrent, the sound of petitions reverberated through the heavens, from an initial whisper inaudible to a spontaneous joining of one after another, like droplets gathering into a river, eventually thunderous and deafening.
At this moment, the successive voices seemed to possess the power to penetrate stone and split gold, piercing through the clouds.
Though individual strength was limited, with everyone witnessing Emperor Huang Tian in such plight, all could not bear it in their hearts, each praying in their own way.
There are only a few who don't repay kindness, not to mention that the Immortal Domain has undergone several unmatched purifications.
With the parasites rooted out, the atmosphere of the entire environment naturally became exceptionally good.
By now, it nearly reached the state where people don't take what is not theirs.
Most people, while not to the extent of repaying a drop of water with a gushing spring, are certainly not the sort to be ungrateful.
