The Immortal Realm was a place every cultivator from any lower plane yearned for. It was also the goal all cultivators sought to reach in their cultivation.
All the cultivators of the lower realms held the same thought: so long as they could ascend to the Immortal Realm, their cultivation would be complete. None had imagined that the Immortal Realm was likewise fraught with danger, with life and death impossible to predict.
Even Qin Fengming's ultimate goal was to ascend to the Miro Realm one day, enjoy the nourishment of Immortal Spirit Power, and possess an endless lifespan.
Reading Xiahou Zongying's farewell letter, Qin Fengming suddenly awakened. There was nothing wrong with Spirit Realm cultivators ascending to a higher realm, but the higher realm was no paradise. Its dangers were countless times greater than those in the Spirit Realm.
But in the next moment, Qin Fengming suppressed the stirring in his heart.
The Cultivation World—whether the Human Realm, the Spirit Realm, or the Miro Realm he had never visited—had different planes, but one thing was the same, and one thing had remained unchanged since time immemorial: strength reigned supreme.
So long as one lived in the Cultivation World, there was only one goal: to become stronger.
Even if his cultivation and strength had reached the very pinnacle among Spirit Realm cultivators, once he ascended to the Miro Realm, he would still be a weakling.
He had no idea how many people there were whose strength surpassed his own.
Only by cultivating diligently could he avoid perishing amid the open and covert struggles between cultivators. Only then might he possess the ability and means to reduce the losses suffered by his friends and old acquaintances.
Faced with the dangers of the Miro Realm, Qin Fengming was not disturbed by the powerful