The towering buildings rise from the ground, all reaching into the clouds. Observing them from high in the sky feels quite different.
Then within these buildings, countless warships, flying swords, and war chariots move from top to bottom, resembling innumerable ants. Cultivators with lower realms would even feel dizzy at a glance.
Chu Mo also noticed a problem: the higher up, the higher the status of those people seems to be. From their attire to the aura, demeanor, and presence they exude, they all surpass those below. Two faint rays of divine light shot from Chu Mo's eyes towards the very bottom.
Indeed, the people walking on the streets at the very bottom don't have high realms. Chu Mo even saw some young people in the Primordial Infant stage strolling along the streets, oblivious under the gazes shot down from the upper world above.
Chu Mo sighed lightly: It seems that everywhere there are classes, there are differences.
