In that incomparably distant past.
Shen Zhenhai had initially been nothing more than an ordinary person.
Born into humble circumstances, he had only stumbled onto the path of cultivation through a series of twists of fate.
However.
After becoming a cultivator.
He immediately revealed the tremendous talent that had been buried beneath environmental circumstances during his years as an ordinary person. Cutting through thorns and brambles, he rose above the countless cultivators of the lower realms, successfully ascended to the so-called Immortal Realm, became one of the Immortal Gods coveted in the dreams of cultivators from every lower realm, and even grew into one of the Immortal Realm's great powers...
To be honest.
It had been an exceptionally long road of cultivation.
Those memories were simply too ancient, spanning hundreds of millions of years.
Now, when he recalled the life he had once lived in the lower realms.
Even Shen Zhenhai would feel a sense of great antiquity welling up within him.
As though those memories had become somewhat blurred and changed in flavor...
Of course.
He himself understood.
What had changed in flavor was probably not those memories, but himself.
The him of today and the him of the past.
Whether in terms of mentality or anything else, could be called two utterly different beings.
After briefly reminiscing about the years gone by.
Looking at the fleet overhead.
Shen Zhenhai curiously speculated to himself:
"If this world truly has some kind of [upper realm], then that place should presumably have some special threshold for entry."
"Just as those wishing to ascend from the lower realms to the Immortal Realm must inevitably endure heavenly tribulation before they can be received into the Immortal Realm by the Divine Light of Reception..."
"Would that threshold be a corresponding realm, such as