After hearing Ning Wangshu describe the situation on Earth, Yaoli was utterly stunned. She stared blankly at Ning Wangshu, her eyes full of astonishment.
"M-Master, what... what you said is true? The Immortal Realm... the Immortal Realm is really like that?"
Yaoli's mouth hung open as she asked in disbelief.
Her heart churned, and she found it hard to accept. After all, in her mind—and in the minds of everyone in the entire Cangyuan Realm, or at least in their imaginings—the Immortal Realm was a sacred land of boundless splendor, with immortal light filling the skies.
But in Ning Wangshu's description, the "Immortal Realm" was so... bizarre and surreal!
It was completely beyond her understanding.
She could hardly imagine that the legendary Immortal Realm, the supreme Immortal Realm, had recently been a wasteland for cultivation, trapped in the End of Dharma!
For a long time, Yaoli couldn't calm the turmoil in her heart.
Her expression grew dazed and bewildered, and she seemed lost in a trance...
Seeing her reaction, Ning Wangshu could only smile wryly and nod. "The Immortal Realm—or at least the region I reached after ascending—really was like that."
He paused briefly, then added, "There's one more thing I haven't told you."
Yaoli started, coming back to herself. Looking at Ning Wangshu, she instinctively asked, "What is it, Master?"
Ning Wangshu took a deep breath. His gaze grew somewhat distant as he slowly said, "The truth is, I'm not from the Cangyuan Realm..."
"Hm?"
Yaoli froze and looked at Ning Wangshu in confusion. "Master, what... what do you mean?"
Ning Wangshu continued, "I mean that I came from another world—the very region of the Immortal Realm I just told you was trapped in the End of Dharma."
"W-What!? Master, you mean... you were originally from the Immortal Realm!?"