Yi Xiaochuan really wanted to return to the modern era, back to his parents' side, and live the carefree, dissolute life of a rich young idler.
He greatly missed those days.
Especially when he was being abused horribly.
That was when the feeling of longing was strongest!
More than once, when he was starving or covered in wounds, he had either whimpered or roared, What kind of lousy place is this? What kind of lousy place is this?! I want to go back! I want to go back!
However, what answered him was not the long-awaited Transmigration Light.
Instead, it was contemptuous, mocking gazes, as though he were a lunatic!
When he recalled his past experiences,
Yi Xiaochuan still could not help trembling.
Then he thought about Xiang Yu's current cultivation in the Creation Realm.
Along with his shock and terror,
he also found it utterly inconceivable:
"Is that Ding Ling an immortal?"
That was what he asked Xiao Yue.
Xiao Yue shook her head, her daze mixed with three parts admiration and seven parts awe:
"I asked Eldest Brother Xiang. He doesn't know either. But he said that if immortals truly exist in this world, then the master of the God Sect is most likely an immortal."
"..."
Yi Xiaochuan was speechless.
Even the honest and straightforward Xiang Yu said so.
Then it was probably true.
Perhaps Ding Ling was different from him.
That Ding Ling might actually be an immortal, an immortal who had brought him to this "parallel plane"?
Only an immortal could possess such unfathomable divine powers and abilities.
In the past,
if someone had mentioned ghosts and gods to him,
Yi Xiaochuan would definitely have sneered at them.
But after experiencing transmigration, seeing a five- or six-year-old child send a person flying a hundred meters