Flying deep into the starry sky, Jiang Ping An suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Divine Turtle Senior, who had followed him.
"Senior, this realm has a cultivation barrier set by a Great Emperor that prevents people from undergoing tribulation and becoming Immortals. Will that affect me?"
It was precisely because of this barrier that no one else could ascend and become Immortals.
"The Dao you have proven is different from that of ordinary Immortals. This restriction is useless against you." Divine Turtle Senior transformed into a hunched old man carrying a turtle shell on his back.
With his final concern dispelled, Jiang Ping An stood tall in the empty void, his hair flying as his gaze remained resolute.
A thousand years of accumulation had left him unable to find any further room for improvement. He had merely been waiting for the right moment.
People said there was no absolute dead end in this world, that there was always a sliver of life. It was simply difficult to seize that sliver.
Jiang Ping An surmised that the Barren Realm was his final sliver of life.
In another ten years, experts from the Immortal Realm would descend. If he succeeded in undergoing tribulation, then according to Divine Turtle Senior, he would be able to protect the Barren Realm.
If he failed, he believed that with the trump cards he possessed, he would still have a chance to survive. Even if he could not become an Immortal, he could become a Loose Immortal and return to stay with his family. There was nothing to worry about.
"Come!"
Jiang Ping An exhaled a long breath of turbid air. Powerful energy erupted from his body, whipping his black robes into a frenzy. His aura underwent an earth-shattering transformation as the laws