“Ten thousand years, in the eyes of mortals, I am a god; in the eyes of cultivators, I am only the weakest condensing state, a mortal who has condensed for thousands of years…”Chutian looked at the prosperous city and sighed in his heart. He was disheartened to break through the condensed energy realm and soar to the upper realm. He could only quietly be the strongest mortal in the city…
