This feeling of being gradually abandoned by the era made Fan Mingxiu's heart grow increasingly bitter.
"I have always been forbearing, but it has only further burdened my personality."
"Compromising with the overall situation, with the powerful, with the president... all this prevents me from freely utilizing my own power, satisfying my own desires..."
"In this era, it has become even more difficult for me to improve my cultivation, and I can only watch as the new era's geniuses surpass me..."
Fan Mingxiu lifted his head, looked at the Moon in the night sky, and thought of that once world-dominating supreme powerhouse.
"When you were punished by the Immortal on the Moon, stripped of your cultivation, did you also feel as powerless and bitter as I do now?"
"The you who once dominated the world, how many still remember and revere you now?"
"The things you left behind are disposed of at will, and even your own woman, to this point, is almost unable to be protected..."
