At the grand gate, eighteen monks formed by converging bolts of lightning clasped their hands in prayer. Each monk was several feet tall, with a purple-lightning-wrapped Buddhist staff at their side...Don't take yourself too seriously. 。We, these juniors, are but insignificant ants in the eyes of great cultivators like those gathered here. 。Life and death hang by a thread, when I'm in the mood I kill, once the excitement fades I don't even bother with you. 。ven if there were a few careless ones, it was impossible for everyone to be so oblivious.Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the space was still too small for a powerful cultivator at the Xuanxian l...