Nine Provinces Immortal City, Flying Cloud Pavilion.
Inside an elegant room, Wang Chen saw Du Jiuniang again.
This Nascent Soul True Immortal was still breathtakingly beautiful, but a faint weariness showed between her brows, lending her an extra touch of fragility.
Wang Chen calmly bowed. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist."
Du Jiuniang rubbed her brow and gave him a faint smile. "Fellow Daoist Wang, it has been a long time. Hmm?"
She froze for a moment. "You attained true immortality?"
Wang Chen nodded. "Yes."
When traveling outside, he habitually concealed his cultivation and aura.
But before Du Jiuniang, Wang Chen had not deliberately hidden anything. It was only natural that she would notice something unusual.
"Remarkable!"
Du Jiuniang instinctively straightened her back and murmured, "After I broke Golden Core and formed Nascent Soul, it took me a full hundred years to attain true immortality. I fall far short of you, Fellow Daoist."
"No."
Her brows suddenly knitted tightly. "Did you attain true immortality in the lower realm?"
Wang Chen nodded again. "Yes."
He secretly admired her perception as well.
Du Jiuniang was even more astonished. "You have far too much nerve."
The flow of time between small worlds and great worlds often differed enormously, but the cultivation environments of the former were vastly inferior to those of the latter, and the upper limits of power they could bear were even less comparable.
Whether one attained true immortality or not had an incomparably immense impact on a Nascent Soul cultivator's future Dao path. Every True Immortal treated it with the utmost caution; without absolute certainty, none dared attempt it lightly.
For this very reason, Nascent Soul cultivators who went to lower realms to attain true immortality could not be called nonexistent, but they were certainly as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.