If their cultivation did not improve, it would come once every ten million years, each time stronger than the last, until it killed you.
This was the incomparably perilous Golden Immortal realm.
It looked lofty and untouchable, yet it was inferior even to a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals did not have any so-called tribulations.
"Looking at it this way, Golden Immortals are inferior to Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals. Though they stand high above others, they do not live as long as Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals."
Dugu Feng griped. If a Golden Immortal's self-control was even slightly lacking, they really might not live as long as a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
"Do you think anyone capable of cultivating to the Golden Immortal realm is ordinary?"
Li Xiaoyao wanted to laugh as he looked at Dugu Feng, who was complaining before him.
Could anyone who stepped into the Golden Immortal realm possibly be simple?
Could someone simple become a Golden Immortal?
Dream on.
Li Xiaoyao's single remark left Dugu Feng speechless.
On the road of cultivation, there was no luck involved. What worked, worked; what did not, did not.
Those who could enter the Golden Immortal realm were absolute prodigies, powerhouses born to be strong.
While the group chatted, they had already arrived at the mountaintop.
At the summit was an enormous platform.
Five gigantic swords towered around the vast platform, like divine swords supporting it.
Across from Ye Lin and the others lay a Heavenly Pool. Within it was a pool of spring water, but if one looked closely, they would discover that it was not spring water at all.
It was something condensed from incomparably pure Sword Intent.
Water formed entirely from pure Sword Intent.
Anyone who jumped into it would be torn to pieces in