"Ascend to the Spirit World? Why would we ascend to the Spirit World?" Ghost Face's voice carried a trace of surprise.
"What? Didn't you just say you had a way to let me bypass the Heavenly Tribulation and rise on the rosy clouds to the higher world? Don't tell me you were just playing along to deceive me?" Tian Xiaojian was stunned, and his expression instantly darkened.
"Boy, I did indeed speak of ascension. As the dignified Grand Commander of the Devil Race, why would I need to lie to you? It's just that the ascension I spoke of was to our Saint World." Ghost Face's voice was extremely calm, his tone even carrying a certain composure.
"What? To the Demon World? Why didn't you say so earlier? This young master has not the slightest interest in that kind of dangerous, wicked place." Tian Xiaojian looked somewhat shocked and angry.
"A dangerous, wicked place? Boy, it seems you've also been fooled by those ancient texts left behind by Ancient Cultivators. In terms of suitability for cultivation, our Saint World is in no way inferior to the Spirit World. In some respects, it even surpasses it." Ghost Face fell silent for a moment, then spoke coldly.
"So what? Even if that world's cultivation resources aren't inferior to the Human World's, as a human immortal cultivator, could I survive among those grotesque Demonic Beasts?"
"Grotesque? Boy, I've already said it—you've been poisoned by those Ancient Cultivators. True, many of our Saint Race do look ugly and strange, with three heads and six arms and all manner of forms; in sheer oddity, they even surpass those of the Demon Race. But some clansmen look much the same as you humans. Elegant young masters and peerless beauties capable of toppling kingdoms are also quite