Damn it! I've fled so far, and those bastards still won't let me go?! My Immortal Essence is running dry. This can't go on—I should probably hide in a minor world and heal my injuries first!
Damn it, I nearly died. This grudge—I, this Immortal Venerable, will repay it a hundredfold someday!!!
I finally left the Southern Immortal Region. Damn it, all I have left is a wisp of a Remnant Soul. Who knows how many years or months it will take to cultivate an immortal body again! Still, I escaped the Southern Immortal Region alive. The several great immortal sects all failed; corpses and casualties covered the land, even Immortal Kings died. Being alive right now already counts as good fortune. Sigh... I wonder how those fellow cultivators who fled with me are doing.
Is this the minor world called the Azure Realm that the Five Elements Immortal Sect discovered back then? What a pity—this world has nearly been exhausted by development. Forget it, I'll first devise a proxy body. I am not of this world; it would be troublesome if the Heavenly Dao discovered me. Fortunately, this place seems to have been formed from a grain of sand, a speck of dust from a corner of the Celestial Court, capable of isolating the power of heaven and earth. I wonder who left this backup plan behind, though that person is probably dead by now. This place is perfect for me to claim.
Creation Disc? Not bad, not bad. It can gather World Origin Power. Though it cannot compare to immortal stones, in this minor world, I cannot afford to be picky.
*Not bad, not bad. I only need to let a few things leak out and display a little mystique, and a new secret realm ruin will spread