Several days later.
Xia Ping had thoroughly consolidated his Immortal Realm cultivation, fully integrating his surging newfound power. His days of secluded cultivation had come to an end, and he had gained immensely.
He knew that the Immortal Realm was divided into three minor stages: early, middle, and late. His current cultivation should be at the early stage of the Immortal Realm—he had only just entered Immortality.
However, these three minor stages merely reflected differences in magical power and soul strength. The gap between them was not truly enormous; given enough time for arduous cultivation, anyone could advance to the late stage of the Immortal Realm.
But in terms of combat power, he could sweep through the Immortal Realm, perhaps even wrestle with an Early Ancient Saint.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Xia Ping returned from the Mountain River Bead space to the Illusion World Treasury, switching places with Cat Immortal. Nothing major seemed to have happened over the past dozen or so days; all had remained calm and peaceful.
No force had even come to attack the Illusion World. It was as though nothing had happened at all.
Yet he knew that this was surely the calm before the storm, and such peace could not last for long.
"Cat Immortal, has there been any news from the Human Race lately?"
Xia Ping asked. He knew that if the Human Race intended to move against the Illusion Race, there was no way there would be no activity at all. If there were any traces to follow, they ought to be detectable.
"Nothing particularly major. Oh, but now that you mention it, there is one thing. It seems that the Human Race ancestors are planning to hold a Saint Dao Conference soon, inviting Saints from every race to attend. The matter has