He had not expected these people to be so weak, unable to withstand even a trace of his aura.
"Damn it, the aura of an immortal. How can your cultivation be so stable?"
The young man from earlier said with an ugly expression. By now, he had no desire to continue fighting. No matter what, the martial path could not defeat the immortal path.
Not to mention that Ye Lin carried such dense immortal-path aura. He was, without question, an immortal.
He had not expected that, after such an incomparably long passage of time, someone could still maintain their immortal-path realm.
One had to know that the people within Tianyong City had long since fallen from the immortal realm. Some could only erupt with immortal-realm combat power for a brief time.
Yet Ye Lin's immortal-realm cultivation was actually so stable. This was beyond his expectations.
"Tell me, why do you cultivate the martial path?"
Ye Lin was rather interested in this.
"There are no resources here—not even the slightest trace of Immortal Qi. And after such a long span of time, our realms have long fallen from the immortal realm into the realm of mortals."
"If there is never any Immortal Qi, sooner or later we will become mere mortals. Even our immortal bodies will be turned into mortal flesh beneath this powerful suppression. When that time comes, there will be only one road: death."
"But the martial path is different. Cultivating the martial path does not require so-called Immortal Qi. It only requires consuming vast amounts of flesh and blood every day to replenish what is needed. That is why we switched to the martial path—only to stay alive."
The young man spoke bitterly. Since he could not defeat Ye Lin anyway, he simply told him the truth.
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