"What do you mean the Curse Spirit Race doesn't belong to the races of our Immortal Realm?" Jiang Ping An froze.
"It means exactly what it says."
Duan Xuan explained, "You're a True Immortal, so you should know that the Immortal Realm is a colossal World Tree. Every leaf is a Domain. Whether the Demon Race, the human race, or the Devil Race, all were born within this World Tree. But the Curse Spirit Race was not. They came from another World Tree."
Jiang Ping An's body trembled violently. "What? They came from another World Tree? There are World Trees beyond the Immortal Realm?"
As far as he knew, many major races in the Immortal Realm had been exploring beyond the domain, hoping to find other places where life could survive.
Regrettably, after searching for so many years, they had only found a few leaves that had fallen from this World Tree—the Lower Realm.
To this day, the races of the Immortal Realm had not discovered a single Outer World.
That terrifying Outer Space was boundless. Almost no one dared venture into its depths. Even Golden Immortals did not dare do so; once lost, it would be difficult to return to the Immortal Realm.
And now, he had actually heard that other World Trees existed. How could anyone not be shocked?
This news was enough to shake the entire Immortal Realm.
Why did the races of the Immortal Realm fight one another? To contend for resources.
If other worlds existed, perhaps many wars could be avoided.
Jiang Ping An's emotions surged too violently, and a trace of his aura leaked out uncontrollably.
The Curse Spirit Race beings fighting outside sensed this aura and immediately used curse seals to control the corpses in the ship's cabin, sending them into the Core