The various dangers in this void, including its storms, were never constant. They had caused many sects to rise and fall, while the lives of ordinary Rogue Cultivators and low-ranking cultivators naturally mattered even less to anyone.
The Heavenly Court of legend stood high above, a colossal behemoth looming over every immortal sect and school. For most immortals, even becoming a Realm Guardian required completing tasks handed down by the Heavenly Court—and fighting tooth and nail for the chance.
Lu Xiaotian had secretly crossed over from Muye, so he had seen the Realm Guardians' plight with his own eyes. To the Heavenly Court, these immortals were probably little more than the lowest-ranking servants. They had scarcely any status, and even their cultivation might not be any better than here in Tayun Province. On top of that, they had to face dangers from all directions without respite.
Though the starting point in the Immortal Realm was countless times higher than in the Spirit Realm, or in the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm where Lu Xiaotian had once lived, most people had bodies as strong as those of Nascent Soul or Spirit Transformation cultivators, even without cultivating, thanks to being nourished by immortal spiritual energy from childhood. Yet the lower levels of the Immortal Realm had little social mobility, and people's horizons were extremely limited.
Perhaps the Heavenly Court was an exception. A colossal power like the Heavenly Court was naturally beyond comparison with the Rogue Cultivators and weak immortal sects that huddled in their own corners.
Through the window before him, Lu Xiaotian gazed askance at the boundless void, blue as a freshly washed sky, its end impossible to see. It seemed as if an endless chasm lay between him and the Heavenly Court. It seemed like an insurmountable barrier on the path