Poison Dragon Old Ancestor was burning with impatience to reach the place where the treasure was hidden, but to the Three Realms, this little episode was nothing more than a drizzle of fur.
A butterfly flapping its wings could stir up a massive storm a million miles away. The range affected by Lin Xuan's unconscious treasure hunt this time far exceeded his imagination.
The Guanghan Realm was likewise one of the Spirit World's hundreds of minor realms. Yet it was far from something a trash realm like the East Sea could compare to. Whether in area, the strength of its cultivators, its resources, or the excellence of its Spirit Veins, they simply were not on the same level.
This realm was named Guanghan because Guanghanzi, one of the Three Great Loose Immortals, ruled over it.
Loose Immortals, though still unable to compare with true celestial immortals, had after all stepped into the rank of Immortals. The restraint of lifespan on them was already negligible.
Each time they passed a Heavenly Tribulation, the lifespan they gained was counted in millions of years. Calculated this way, they were only a hair's breadth away from eternal youth and immortality.
Guanghanzi was even one of the Loose Immortals who had taken part in the ancient great war against the Underworld Realm and survived.
At this moment, he was giving a lesson—or more accurately, guiding his beloved daughter in her cultivation.
Guanghanzi had once been an ascetic cultivator and had never gone near women. Only after becoming a Loose Immortal did he marry a large flock of wives. Yet the higher a cultivator's strength, the weaker their fertility tended to be. Who knew how many years he had worked at it before finally having a daughter come wailing into the world.
Naturally, Guanghanzi cherished her