Lang Qianjun

The bearded man ultimately did not go down.

The time had not yet come. Everything would have to wait until tomorrow.

Below, Ning Ye and Linlang were still acting lovey-dovey. They seemed too tender for words, but in truth, they were communicating through their thoughts.

Ning Ye said, "They've reached a demonic realm and are locked in fierce battle. This time, it's a little troublesome. It's a place of the Sixth Realm; there are seventeen or eighteen Human Emperor Realm cultivators inside alone. It'll probably take more than ten years to finish."

Although Soul-Splitting Rebirth allowed the main body and split souls to remain in constant contact, it was somewhat like faster-than-light communication—there was still a delay.

Sometimes, even an insight sent over had to drift through the void for a while before it could be received.

Thus, as the distance grew greater, aside from Ning Ye, who could still contact his main body, everyone else found it difficult to receive immediate news. To put it bluntly, as the distance continued to expand, many perceptions arrived only after the fact.

But it did not matter. Old movies were still movies; as long as they were enjoyable, that was enough.

For cultivators who practiced Soul-Splitting Rebirth, the primary purpose of reincarnation was to make the journey less lonely.

Unlike Ning Ye, who sought far more.

But as everyone knew, most people need not even think about pursuits like his. Being free and unrestrained, traveling the myriad realms, and being content with what one had—this too was happiness.

"With so many Human Emperors, can we really handle it?" Linlang asked instinctively, worried.

"It's fine." Ning Ye comforted her. "Hua Cangming and Jin Shizhong have also reached the Human Emperor Realm."

Those two had always been old rivals. Even after joining Ning Ye's