"There's no Daluo Golden Immortal?" Chen Fan's brow furrowed even deeper.
"The cultivation world has been passed down for millions upon millions of years, yet no one has ever heard of anyone ascending to the Immortal Realm. How could a tiny, rundown village like yours possibly have a Daluo Golden Immortal? Even when this old man just called himself an immortal, you didn't believe it yourself. But there are plenty of people in the cultivation world capable of changing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in your little world. At my peak, this old man could do it as well." After saying this, the man paused slightly before continuing, "I fear someone merely impersonated a Golden Immortal and came here to establish a force."
"Have you ever heard of Ye Qingyang in the cultivation world?" Chen Fan was startled inwardly and continued questioning. Ye Qingyang was the first name he had heard after arriving here—the Daluo Golden Immortal said to have descended to the mortal world.
"No." The other party answered without a moment's thought.
"Then have you heard of the Immortal Palace? Or Shu Mountain?" A thought stirred in Chen Fan's mind as he continued asking.
"Eh? Don't tell me your little backwater has heard of those two factions as well? I remember now—the origin of Shu Mountain's lineage seems to have been this very little world. But how could the Immortal Palace possibly have anything to do with a place as small as yours?" The voice beneath the lava sounded puzzled.
Yet Chen Fan was already stunned within. If what this man said was true, then every cultivator on Earth had been deceived. What Daluo Golden Immortals descending to the mortal world—those were merely powerhouses from the true cultivation world. Even Shu Mountain and the Immortal Palace