Old Friends in the Universe Realm, Fuyao, Fuyao?

The four of them stood in the void.

Le Yao and Pei Taoyu stared blankly at the black bead tied around Ye Li's neck.

No matter how they looked at it, shrinking an entire world to the size of a thumb was too astonishing.

The world they had lived in all their lives was now contained inside it.

For the first time, they understood the gulf between them.

We're beings from two entirely different dimensions.

Pei Taoyu was lost in thought. In her eyes, Shen Qinglian was practically a being from another dimension.

And beings like her still gather to form a sect?

To a sect leader, surely the disciples don't even count as ants?

The more Pei Taoyu thought about it, the deeper her awe of the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Sect grew.

But a sect was, in essence, a place where people were nurtured.

With cultivation and breakthroughs, no one's level of existence remained unchanged forever.

Even mighty Grandmasters had risen step by step from ordinary mortals to something almost divine.

Likewise, disciples with modest talent might become beings of immense power in a short time.

One day, someone was merely an ant of the Xiantian Realm.

A few years later, they might stand shoulder to shoulder with you as a fellow cultivator.

And given a little longer, you might become the lowly ant in their eyes.

The ant realm! The fellow cultivator realm! The senior realm!

Every martial artist had spent some time in each of these stages, so they did not simply come to regard mortals as ants.

They had walked that same path from mortality themselves.

Besides, lifespans in the Universe Realm were limited. Those who had not reached the Martial Saint Realm lived little longer than mortals.

Thus, when martial artists hit a bottleneck, they