"With today's farewell, the Double-Pupil Sacred Physique rode the clouds and became a dragon, soaring into the heavens, officially ascending to the Spirit Realm and casting off his mortal self!"
"The Spirit Realm, a pure and ethereal land. Entering it was like a flood dragon reaching the sea, a young roc returning to the sky—one's fate transformed in an instant!"
Across the Immortal-Abandoned Land's towering mountains, ancient cities, and perilous wilds, almost every being with some connection to the Immortal Abandonment War who could peer into the seedling selection ceremony of the Spirit Realm's three great factions looked skyward. They watched Wu Chongtong rise through radiant light, walk across the void, and ascend to the divine palace, nearly dying of envy.
To the vast majority of living beings,
the Spirit Realm
was sacred and pure,
profound and unfathomable,
almost a peerless immortal paradise out of legend.
Once they ascended there,
it was like a fish leaping through the dragon gate,
a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon,
their standing rising in an instant.
Yet,
they did not know.
The holy Nether Realm, which seemed to them a blessed grotto-heaven,
to a certain extent,
was indeed just as they imagined:
rich in heavenly treasures, brimming with wondrous opportunities.
But the intensity of its competition
also exceeded imagination.
Simply put, spiritual energy, Ancient Scriptures and treasured manuals, divine weapons and keen blades, rare treasures of heaven and earth—the Spirit Realm had them all, utterly eclipsing the Mortal World.
Yet,
however fine those opportunities were,
seizing them
was by no means easy.
For most ordinary cultivators of humble origins, with no Ancient Clan or great sect to support them,
they had to fight through blood,
defeat every enemy amid vast expanses of crimson and heaps of bones, and tread a bloody path.
Only