After all, as long as one was a living being, no one wanted to die. The higher one's cultivation, the more one feared death.
It was not that the higher one's cultivation, the more lightly one viewed life and death. They had cultivated for countless years and endured those countless years; they feared death terribly. Once they died, years of painstaking cultivation would be reduced to nothing. No one could accept that.
"Alright, let's go."
Ye Lin nodded and followed behind Hong Batian as the two stepped into the golden barrier together.
With Hong Batian leading the way, even if they encountered danger, he could withstand it. No matter how strong Ye Lin was now, he still could not endure even a casual strike from a Mahayana Half-Immortal.
The gap between major realms was like a heavenly chasm.
With a flash before their eyes, the two arrived in a land alive with birdsong and fragrant flowers, filled everywhere with rare treasures and exotic fruits.
Even a single blade of grass by the roadside had reached the incomparably terrifying Mysterious Grade.
Even the grass was Mysterious Grade—one could imagine just how terrifying this place was.
"Where exactly have the two of us come to?"
Ye Lin crouched down to examine the grass, then looked at the surrounding mountains, his face full of confusion.
Mysterious Grade grass, Earth Grade trees, and even some Heaven Grade Sacred Fruits—what kind of place was this?
"I don't know either. I only know that someone is coming."
No sooner had Hong Batian spoken than the previously cloudless sky was suddenly covered by a thick auspicious cloud. Upon it stood more than a thousand cultivators clad in golden armor.
At the very front stood a stern-looking man in black armor.
"Where have you come from? Why did