"Eternal Transformation."
"It's an alliance formed by natives of several worlds around us. Although we don't have many strong fighters, the strongest among us has only managed to become a mining boss."
"But by banding together for warmth, we've kept ourselves from being bullied by the others."
The Night Emperor and the others had a lively conversation, gaining a great deal of information and knowledge and broadening their horizons. They now had a rough understanding of the Immortal Realm's overall structure.
They also concealed their true foundations from these fellow natives, claiming that they had not ascended from the same world, but had merely encountered one another after ascending from nearby worlds.
They revealed that they had ascended to immortality with Two Calamities and One Tribulation, but even that was enough to shock everyone.
Each level represented an enormous difference.
After all, think about it. If someone only cultivated the soul while you cultivated both soul and flesh, wouldn't your potential be greater and your strength higher than theirs?
The Night Emperor also sensed a kind of vicissitude and numbness from these miners.
Those old seniors spoke their true feelings after drinking.
One old man got drunk and let himself go. His voice was filled with misery. "Only after ascending here did we experience the disparity between worlds. It's not that we're weak, nor that we didn't work hard. It's our foundation!"
"Which one of us here wasn't a prodigy who had suppressed an entire world? Whose aptitude was worse than theirs? We aren't inferior! What makes us weak isn't our aptitude, but the foundation of our own civilization system!"
"And a world's foundation has to develop step by step. For a low-level civilization system, the limit is One Calamity and One Tribulation—the lowest level of Ascend to Immortality with