"You don't need to go. They should be here soon," Hua Linfeng said, picking up the teapot and pouring himself a cup.
"That works too." Hua Yunfei nodded and sat back down, then looked at Hua Linfeng. "Ancestor, how is the Immortal Realm?"
"After the war between immortals and gods, the God Emperor also pacified the forbidden zones of the Immortal Realm. It's been peaceful for many years now," Hua Linfeng replied.
"Good to hear. I haven't been back in so many years, and I find myself missing it. I miss the Primordial Era, too." Hua Yunfei sighed. He felt most deeply attached to the Primordial Era, and the Immortal Realm came second.
Back then, the pressure hadn't been nearly so great in those two places.
Those two places—especially the first hundred years after he'd crossed over—had been the happiest and most carefree hundred years of his life.
It wasn't until after the war between immortals and gods, when he established the Primordial God Realm, that the pressure on him had surged. After that, following his ancestor's plan, he'd gone to the Myriad Worlds in search of World Spirit Fragments.
Even now, he still hadn't completed that task. The world was simply too vast. Although he could sense World Spirit Fragments within a certain range, finding them was still like fishing for a needle in the sea.
Later, he stopped searching for them deliberately and simply went wherever life took him. If fate had it, he would sense one in time.
If he really searched through every world one by one, he might still come up empty if fate wasn't on his side.
"If you miss it, go back and visit. Whether in the Primordial Era or the Immortal Realm, you're a legend. There are countless people who still remember