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Published: August 10, 2026
Chapter 1044: The Sunset Rebellion! (Major Revision)
"Ding~"
A loose cultivator nearby could not stand it anymore and, at the last moment, activated a magical artifact to block the strike.
"Poor nature hard to train?"
"Then tell me, fellow daoist, what exactly is wrong with us loose cultivators?"
A thin young man with an extremely resolute gaze stepped forward, faint flames of anger burning in his eyes.
"Have you forgotten that loose cultivators are also part of the cultivation world?"
"On the front lines, the massive amount of spiritual materials needed to build every Immortal City and fortress was refined bit by bit by us with our own magical power!"
"Otherwise, would you lofty sect disciples and immortal family scions lower yourselves to do such 'unimportant' work?"
"Every inch of this land has also been soaked with loose cultivators' blood!"
"Since the war between humans and demons began, we loose cultivators—those without a voice, those you look down on as lowly and insignificant—have also joined the fight without retreating!"
"To this day, the sacrifices number far more than a million!"
Blocking the merciless black whip, a young man with a firm face said in a deep voice.
Looking at the female cultivator who was crying out in misery, flames seemed to rise in his eyes, and his heart was already overflowing with fury.
All along, sect disciples and members of cultivation families had looked down on others from above, occupying the vast majority of the cultivation world's resources.
Almost all spiritual veins and spiritual lands were controlled by the great sects and cultivation families.
On ordinary days, they talked endlessly about "fairness" and "equality," but once cultivation resources were involved, they would immediately go silent.
As if loose cultivators were a group of people who did not exist.
Because they had little status and no influence, no matter what loose cultivators said, those people never cared.
During wartime, the behavior of the immortal sects and families became even more excessive. At times like this, they would certainly not forget the loose cultivators.
Once a conscription order was issued, if a loose cultivator was rounded up, there was no room for resistance. They would either go to the front lines to fill the trenches or die on the spot.
There was no third choice.
Just like now, refining the various spiritual materials used to build the Immortal City left no time to rest at all. They had to fully activate the fire of magical power to refine them.
Once their magical power was exhausted, they had to recover immediately and start over.
Those immortal sects and families controlled so many resources, yet they were unwilling to take out even a single spiritual stone. If one wanted to recover magical power, one had to slowly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
If someone wanted to rest for a while, the disciplinary squad's whip would come flying over.
They wished they could beat someone to death on the spot to make an example of them, and would not listen to any explanation from loose cultivators.
Although they were all part of the Tian Nan cultivation world and supposedly on the same side, the other party had never treated loose cultivators as people—only as expendable "tools," and the cheapest kind at that.
To the lowest-level loose cultivators in the cultivation world, the actions of these immortal sects and families were simply vile and unforgivable!
"Decades ago, we were sent to the 'Black Wind Ridge' defense line. Because of a mistake made by the higher-ups, the line collapsed, and we barely escaped with our lives."
"But before we could even live a few good days, an order of conscription came from above, and we were sent to battle at 'Tianyi District City'."
"After bitterly enduring for ten years, we finally stepped back to catch our breath, only to be sent to 'Blazing Fire City' again."
"For decades we ran from place to place. One fellow daoist after another died by our side. We crossed millions of miles of territory to resist the demon race, and the number of garrisons we held exceeded ten."