The World of Destiny.
"True Immortal, Level One. I made it."
Ning Zheng revealed a faint smile.
Once one reached the True Immortal Realm, comprehending the Dao was no longer necessary. What one needed instead was an abundance of knowledge to construct one's own domain.
It was a task that required patient, painstaking effort, built layer by layer.
It was like starting from nothing and crafting an electronic computer with one's bare hands.
That left Ning Zheng, whose "epiphany" ability was absurdly powerful, somewhat speechless.
He could no longer rely on epiphanies. He could only honestly temper himself and slowly construct his domain?
In theory, as long as one had enough resources, every True Immortal could slowly grind their way to True Immortal Great Perfection?
But though it looked simple, it was not simple in practice.
The resources required to construct a domain stumped most True Immortals. They had to hunt everywhere, delve into secret realms, and take risks. Who knew how many people died along the way?
At the same time.
Many cultivators built their domains so slowly that they might not reach True Immortal Perfection even by the time they died of old age.
Ning Zheng felt powerless to complain:
I endured humiliation and bided my time, just tricked the big shots into handing over a wave of resources, and accompanied the True Immortals on the battlefield to scam insurance payouts and death benefits.
Everyone took thirty percent. That was a huge sum!
It was enough to keep Ning Zheng worry-free during the early stage of the True Immortal Realm.
"True Immortal resources won't be lacking in the short term. Now I just need to temper myself and construct my domain!"
No matter how one looked at it.
*My luck was great, but it's useless once I reach