Trade and Cultivation Methods

To outsiders, banished immortals seemed incomparably glorious, ascending from mortals to immortals in a single bound. What others had to hack through brambles and thorns to attain, they had already proven in their previous lives. Their cultivation in this life was merely following the road of their former lives and plucking the fruits they had once borne.

Mortals deeply believed in karmic retribution. And this sort of "cultivate in a previous life, reap in this one" practiced by banished immortals was practically the most ideal form imaginable in their dreams.

But from the perspective of those at a higher level, these banished immortals had actually suffered eight lifetimes' worth of bloody misfortune.

After all, immortals only grew stronger the longer they lived. If they honestly devoured the myriad heavens and worlds, the rate at which they grew stronger would only accelerate, gradually surpassing their former and potential opponents. For a creature already able to roam freely across the world to die in some utterly ordinary realm, then have no choice but to weave itself a mask while its true body slept in the depths of consciousness—it would have to suffer eight lifetimes' worth of bloody misfortune.

And among this group of fellows who had suffered eight lifetimes' worth of bloody misfortune, Holy Emperor was especially pitiful.

He had only become an immortal not long before. Before he had even had time to pillage many worlds, some existence in this realm had killed him. Since his memories were incomplete, he did not even dare confirm who exactly had killed him. During the first several thousand years, he had lived with extreme restraint, only daring to scheme in the shadows.

He feared that if he messed around recklessly, he would draw out some incomparably powerful great expert who would crush him to