Carrying Luo Yao as he walked across the ice, Ye Lin found her squirming restlessly in his arms and could only set her down.
The moment her feet touched the ground, Luo Yao was like a horse freed from its reins, running all over the icy plain.
Ye Lin watched the scene with a smile.
He walked across the ice plain with his hands clasped behind his back. Fierce winds howled endlessly around him. These were no ordinary winds—they were bone-piercingly cold, so cold that even Ye Lin could feel a chill.
If a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal came here, they would surely be unable to withstand such frigid winds.
A Primordial Unity Golden Immortal was the strongest existence in a universe.
Yet on the Origin Continent, they were not even qualified to guard the gates.
It could only be said that fate made fools of men—it truly toyed with them mercilessly.
As transcendents of a universe, Daluo Golden Immortals—of whom only a handful might emerge from hundreds of millions or even billions within a single universe—could only scrape by at the very bottom on the Origin Continent.
Such a terrifying disparity was the true cruel reality of the cultivation world, the truly brutal fact.
When you felt yourself invincible beneath the heavens, in another world, your cultivation might not even qualify you to guard someone else's gate.
The Dao had no end. No one knew where its end lay. Cultivators could only maintain a heart that forever strove upward.
That was the origin of the Dao Heart.
The stronger one's Dao Heart, the broader the road ahead and the greater the drive.
Once the Dao Heart shattered, the road ahead would collapse as well.
"This thing is rather beautiful."
As he walked, Ye Lin discovered a forest.
Densely packed