Primordial Sacred Land, North Nether Peak.
At this moment, Xia Ping followed the North Nether Saint into the cave dwelling on this mountain peak.
"Not bad."
Inside the main hall of a palace on North Nether Peak, the North Nether Saint looked at Xia Ping with a satisfied smile. "I originally thought it would take you at least a thousand years to advance to the Immortal Realm. I never expected you to succeed after merely a few decades. And your accumulation upon entering the Immortal Realm is exceptionally profound—you are not one of those shoddy Immortal Saints."
He could tell that Xia Ping's foundation was extremely deep and solid. It was evident from his performance in the Demon Suppression Tower: having only just entered the Immortal Realm, he had already cleared the nineteenth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower. That was not something an ordinary Immortal Saint could accomplish.
Some Immortal Saints were different. They exhausted every possible method and only barely managed to advance into the Immortal Realm. By then, their potential had already been drained dry; without some fortuitous encounter, it would be difficult for them to improve any further.
Those Immortal Saints were basically counterfeit goods, unable to withstand a single blow. Some could not even defeat particularly monstrous cultivators at the peak of the Lightning Tribulation Realm. They merely relied on their immortal bodies to live a little longer.
"No, no, compared to Master, I am still far behind."
Xia Ping replied modestly.
"Haha, not bad. At least you know how to be humble."
The North Nether Saint smiled faintly. "Although you have advanced into the Immortal Realm, among Saints, you are still one of the weakest beings. This only means you possess an infinite lifespan; it does not mean you cannot die.
"Although an immortal