The Immortal path was difficult and obscure, ethereal and void, yet as for the tales of True Immortals, throughout the Three Realms, the vast majority of Cultivators believed in them without question.
They believed that above the Three Great Realms, there were even higher-level realms, and there dwelt the legendary True Immortals.
What was a True Immortal?
With a lift of the hand or a step of the foot, they could turn heaven and earth upside down. They possessed endless lifespans. They were the most powerful existences in the primordial cosmos.
Once, Lin Xuan had also believed in the tales of True Immortals without question. If he had not envied the abilities of Immortals to the utmost, why would he have endured countless hardships and stepped onto this arduous, winding path of cultivation?
Yet times changed and matters shifted. He had already stepped into the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. Though he could not say he was only one step away from the legendary ascension in a rosy glow, on the long Immortal path, to him, it was at least no longer something empty and illusory, but something whose back he could glimpse.
But precisely at this moment, Lin Xuan had begun to doubt whether True Immortals existed in the world. If this were spoken aloud, it would certainly shock the world, offend common sensibilities, and become a joke as vast as the heavens.
But was it truly a joke?
The inherited memories of the Fire of the True Spirit could not be wrong. In the Primordial Era of antiquity, no relics of True Immortals had ever been revealed.
Yet in the battle at North Pole Origin Light Palace, the facts had lain right before his eyes. Three True Immortals had indeed and unmistakably descended. How was this to be explained?
Lin