The Immortal Realm was caught in a bloody war between humans and devils, and human lives were as cheap as grass. Ling Tian couldn't help but sigh at the sight.
Perhaps he had noticed Ling Tian's expression. Fang Gang shook his head with a bitter smile. "To be honest, Brother Yuan, low-level cultivators like us are no more than ants in the Immortal Realm. We can only cultivate desperately to improve our strength. Unfortunately, very few of us make it to the end—perhaps one in a hundred."
"Then why do you go out hunting? Why not find a place to cultivate in seclusion?" Ling Tian asked, puzzled.
"We'd like nothing more than to have a safe place to cultivate in seclusion, but that's impossible." Fang Lei picked up the conversation. Seeing Ling Tian's confusion, he explained, "The Immortal Realm is dotted with forces of all sizes. If we don't join one, we can barely take a step. After all, in the eyes of those forces, we're nothing but targets to be plundered."
Seeing Ling Tian's grave expression, Fang Gang assumed he was worried about his own safety and reassured him. "Brother Yuan, don't worry. Alchemists hold a very high status in the Immortal Realm. No one dares lay a hand on one. It's an unwritten rule."
"Before we ascended, cultivators all envied those in the Immortal Realm. But who would have thought..." Ling Tian sighed.
"Actually, this is only natural. We can only accept it," Fang Gang said. When he saw Ling Tian's confusion, he explained, "Brother Yuan, countless Cultivation Worlds belong to the Immortal Realm, and people ascend every day. Immortals hardly ever die of old age, so the population of the Immortal Realm keeps growing as time passes. All these people need resources..."
After thinking it over, Ling