Many cultivators in this Land of Reincarnation had never imagined before that they would one day win, that they would slaughter the other races. They had imagined even less that now, they could choose to enter another Land of Reincarnation.
Another Land of Reincarnation—what was it like there?
When many cultivators heard this, they did not answer at once. Instead, they began searching for their closest friends, their masters, and others.
Within a mountain gate hidden amid a veil of mist, a young cultivator went straight to the front of a high platform at the mountain summit. Looking at the old man seated on the platform with his eyes closed in cultivation, he said, his face full of excitement, "Master, we can enter another Land of Reincarnation now.
Haven't you always said you came from there? Haven't you always said you wanted to go back and take a look? Now, you can go back."
Though he said that, there was clearly a trace of reluctance deep in his eyes.
On the high platform, the old man opened his eyes at the sound and glanced at his most accomplished disciple. Yet he gently shook his head and said, "Forget it. I won't go back."
"What?" At that moment, the young disciple even wondered if something had gone wrong with his ears. His face filled with shock as he said, "Master, haven't you always wanted to go back? You even said that was your home, your roots..."
"But now, this place is my roots too. And there is all of you. I have already lived here for one reincarnation.
My friends, my disciples, my great sect are all here.
If I leave, what about all of you?"
"Master, you're not leaving!" When the young disciple heard this, he could not help crying