When Luo Hong had first arrived at the Ascension Altar, though he had encountered villains like Wang Zhong and Qian Boyan, he had also made eight good friends.
The broad-chested, black-faced big man before him, his imposing chest hair fully exposed, was Cao Bing, one of those eight.
"To be honest, Cao suffered serious injuries a thousand years ago. After thinking it over, the Ascension Altar was the safest place, so I came back."
Cao Bing blushed with embarrassment and sighed.
Luo Hong swept him with his spiritual sense and discovered that Cao Bing had still not fully transformed into an immortal, having reached only seventy to eighty percent.
For an Ascended Cultivator to become a true True Immortal cultivator, they had to refine all the magic power within their bodies into Immortal Yuan Power.
The purpose of the Ascension Altar was to protect Ascended Cultivators in precisely this stage.
Thus, the moment Luo Hong saw Cao Bing, he knew that he had failed to complete his immortal transformation. He simply had not expected him to be this far behind.
After all, even using the slowest, most painstaking method, it would only take four or five thousand years to go from nothing to successfully transforming into an immortal.
When Luo Hong had first met Cao Bing, he had already refined thirty percent. More than three thousand years had passed since then, so even if he had been slow, he should only have been short by a tiny margin.
"Fellow Daoist Cao, where is Fellow Daoist Zhong?"
Realizing something was wrong, Luo Hong looked behind him but did not see Zhong Quan, who had always been inseparable from him, and could not help asking.
"Ah, Brother Zhong has already fallen.
Fellow Daoist Luo, do you have any wine?"
Cao Bing immediately