Across the boundless heavens of the Immortal Realm, Yan Kuan stood in the field. He did not look at the Six Immortal Kings seated around him, merely holding the Emperor Fire Furnace in one hand as he refined them.
These six Immortal Kings belonged to different eras. Some were ancient old monsters who had lived for exceedingly long years and perhaps possessed some extraordinary trump cards.
Their faces were expressionless, like statues unchanged for eternity. The first three to appear, Ao Sheng and the others, had been the same, as though they were Stone Statues.
At the Immortal King level, any emotion or feeling could be controlled perfectly, unless it was an extremely intense emotional upheaval, one of great sorrow or joy.
Then there were some Immortal Kings who retained their childlike hearts and were still deeply sentimental even now, unlike the generally heartless and indifferent Immortal Kings.
Once cultivation reached a certain level, especially after attaining the Immortal King fruition, a single closed-door cultivation session could last tens of thousands of years. Seas turned to mulberry fields, the Mortal World changed through cycles of Samsara, and a long seclusion could even span one or two eras. As the people around them changed generation after generation, their hearts gradually hardened.
Existences below Longevity True Immortals found it difficult to leave a deep impression in an Immortal King's memories. There were simply too many memories and the years were too long; a brief fragment of recollection was difficult to remember deeply.
Ao Sheng, Tai Shi, and Yuan Chu floated within it. They were in agony, just like An Lan, Yu Tuo, Wu Shang, and the other Immortal Kings had once been.
They could not die in a short time. King Level beings were said to endure eternally, indestructible and undying. Even