Immortal Esteemed Immortals' Grand Banquet: Why Not Invite Xi Rong's Dancer to Perform a Bottle-Preserving Dance?

Sword Forging Manor.

Ning Zheng watched this scene, somewhat shaken.

A multidimensional battle!

The commotion caused by two True Immortals fighting was actually this enormous—countless versions of themselves were clashing across different timelines.

The prehistoric secret realm had no resources at all. It had truly provided nothing more than a ruin for people to fight in.

"But even so, it's still a great opportunity!"

Ning Zheng's eyes burned with envy.

In countless Parallel Worlds, theoretically, every version of me would make different choices. This was the evolution of infinite possibilities. There would always be one timeline in which I could rise to prominence.

I had been stuck at the True Immortal level for so long. If I went to this temporal secret realm, wouldn't I soar to the heavens in one bound?

In that kind of environment, I could probably reach the level of True Immortal Great Perfection very soon!

Whether to go or not was a question.

But he still forcibly suppressed this impulse. "It's too dangerous. If I went to that battlefield, wouldn't I be treated as a monkey putting on a show while the Esteemed Immortals attending the gathering ate and drank?"

"Other people aren't afraid of being watched like monkeys by the Esteemed Immortals. Some even want to perform in front of them, as if they were holding a sect martial competition and hoping to win their recognition."

"But I'm different. I'm timid. I'm afraid." Ning Zheng was blunt, facing the fear in his own heart head-on.

The risk of sending his true body was too great.

Ning Zheng's Dharma Form did not dare go over either.

Who knew what methods those Three Great Supreme Esteemed Immortals, who had locked away the past, possessed? What if they used his Dharma Form to plant a hidden hand,