"Yeah..." Sun Wei sighed wistfully, then froze where she stood. I said nothing more. With Kunpeng leading the way, we soon flew, after a spatial leap, to a relatively desolate realm within the Dao Alliance.
"The immortal qi here isn't very abundant, as you can see from how desolate it is. Fortunately, the vegetation is lush, making this a place where people can thrive." I spoke flatly, but inwardly thought, This place would be fine for some mortal immortals to live in, but it could never produce immortals from the Nine Heavens. At most, it would be like Earth, where a lifespan of a hundred and a few dozen years would be the absolute limit.
Sun Wei opened her mouth, wanting to speak but stopping herself. Li Poxiao remained seated with his eyes narrowed, while Gu Longjun had simply come along because he was going the same way. He showed no reaction at all. There were simply too many realms like this. Only better realms could cultivate rare flowers and exotic herbs, and produce spirit beasts and immortals—things that could interest this fellow whose head was filled with nothing but profit.
Because only good realms could cultivate rare flowers and exotic herbs, and only then would there be spirit beasts and immortals.
After breaking through the realm barrier and entering the realm, it wasn't long before we landed in a valley. Kunpeng was enormous, after all, and floated in the sky with no intention of coming down. However, it had already pointed out the location to me. After we descended into the valley, Sun Wei's tears finally broke free.
I sighed as well. The wooden houses here had probably collapsed over the course of a dozen or more years. Green moss and weeds grew everywhere, and signs of human habitation