When Jiang Ping An was little, he heard his father say that Immortals could summon wind and rain, live forever without dying, and thought that becoming an Immortal meant living without worries.
Only after stepping into this realm did he realize that the struggles among Immortals were even more terrifying than those in the mortal world.
Especially conflicts between great powers—the death toll was impossible to calculate.
The billions of living beings in the Barren Realm had died like insects, utterly unable to resist, devoured by Heavenly Immortal-level experts.
Jiang Ping An's feelings were extremely complicated, and it was difficult for him to calm down.
His strength was insufficient now. He could only wait until he became a Heavenly Immortal in the future, then help avenge them.
Jiang Ping An looked at Qian Huan Rou, whose mood was equally low. Just as he was about to say something, Qian Huan Rou spoke first. "No need to comfort me. I'm fine. When are we going to the Immortal Realm? I want to raise my cultivation."
Her temperament was somewhat like Jiang Ping An's. She liked to bury her emotions deep in her heart and rarely showed them.
There was no use saying anything now. They could only turn grief and indignation into motivation, cultivate diligently, and increase their strength.
The Heavenly Dao laws of the Origin Realm were incomplete. Even after becoming Immortals, they were still somewhat inferior to Immortals of the Immortal Realm. It was exceedingly difficult to further increase their strength. Only by cultivating in the Immortal Realm could they display their talents.
Miao Xia said, "The Sect Master gave me the transmission gate token. If there's nothing else to do, we can go over at any time. There's no limit on the number of people, so we can