"A small world belonging to a Profound Immortal Realm expert?"
Hearing the discussion among the three Heavenly Immortal great demons, Jiang Ping An's heart stirred slightly.
The Profound Immortal Realm was a realm above the True Immortal Realm. Though they were separated by only a single step, the gulf between them was incomparably vast—even greater than the distance between Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals.
Profound Immortal Realm experts were the decision-makers of every major top-tier faction.
No great faction possessed more than a hundred Profound Immortal Realm experts, and that was after accumulating them over hundreds of millions of years.
Figures of this level already stood among the Immortal Realm's foremost powerhouses. Above them were Golden Immortals and Immortal Lords.
Any Profound Immortal Realm expert was capable of founding a faction of their own and passing down their legacy for tens of millions of years.
The magical artifacts and cultivation resources left behind by a Profound Immortal Realm expert were all exceedingly rare treasures.
Jiang Ping An had only recently broken through to the True Immortal Realm and urgently needed resources to consolidate his cultivation.
Upon hearing about a small world left behind by a Profound Immortal, he was tempted.
If he seized this small world, he could not only take revenge on the Demon Race, but also obtain a massive amount of resources.
However, from the conversation between the three Demon Race creatures, he learned that they had already reported the matter.
That made things troublesome.
He did not know whether a Profound Immortal Realm expert would come. If someone of that level arrived, he would not be able to make his move.
Otherwise, it would be like lighting a lamp in a toilet—looking for death... and shit.
He would wait and see before deciding what to do.
Jiang