Ning Zheng thought it was perfectly normal to be beaten senseless by his own Ember.
Anyone would be beaten senseless by their own Ember.
Perhaps your Ember Shell could not inherit every one of your high-level immortal laws, but it would definitely inherit your most basic fighting techniques.
Everyone was just a tiny, trashy newbie mortal.
My Ember Bubble was not a flesh-and-blood life-form to begin with. It did not fear pain or injury. Wasn't it stronger than your trashy, newbie true body that had to start cultivating all over again?
Even an Esteemed Immortal had to obey the basic laws.
Back when he was mortal, he simply could not beat his own Ember.
Ning Zheng did not look down on this Esteemed Immortal because of that. Which Esteemed Immortal had not fought their way up by crossing a single-plank bridge?
The heavens and myriad worlds were scattered like stars, with civilizations spread throughout them.
Like the Heavenly Mandate world and the Nine Continents world, there were too many to count. At their center was the Immortal World.
Yet according to what was publicly known, there were fewer than a hundred Esteemed Immortals across all the civilizations.
That showed just how astonishingly small the number was.
Moreover, some had already died during the cruel history of millions of years of struggle for supremacy.
After all, they were different from the self-isolated prison civilization of the Nine Continents.
The outside world had developed at breakneck speed and had long since gone through many versions. The civilizations of the Esteemed Immortals had already experienced four mountains-of-corpses-and-seas-of-blood Great Wars of All Realms.
But precisely because four tragic "world wars" had taken place throughout history, crippling so many Esteemed Immortals, the soil for Earthbound Spirits had formed.
Only with the right time, place, and