Seeking a Way to Live

Beside a small stream, a campfire crackled.

Jiang Feng sat by the fire, using a branch to skewer several chunks of Tyrannosaurus flesh and roast them over the flames.

He had spent several days in this forest. Through these days of tempering, he had gained a certain understanding of his own strength.

Now, when facing an immortal lifeform at the Tyrannosaurus's level, he could handle it with composure.

Even if he encountered something stronger, he could still rely on erupting the qi force within his body to flee.

However, the repeated brushes with danger had not dispelled his desire to seek the protection of a high-level innate immortal lifeform. Instead, it had only grown stronger.

Over the past few days, he had also gained a certain understanding of the Immortal Sacred Realm.

Within the Immortal Sacred Realm, many things seemed to have returned to their original simplicity.

Take the campfire before him, for instance. He could sense that if this blaze were placed in the universe, it would Destroy Heaven and Earth—stronger than any flame, capable of incinerating any substance.

Yet in the Immortal Sacred Realm, it was merely an ordinary fire.

Because everything here was made of Immortal Matter.

Roasted flesh was more efficiently converted into qi force than raw meat.

Smoke curled lazily upward, and the meat was already fragrant.

Just then, Jiang Feng suddenly sensed a sharp, cutting edge coming from behind him.

Though he could no longer use divine sense, his more than three hundred million years of cultivation had long since forged formidable instincts. It was precisely this sensing ability that had allowed him to escape danger time and again these past few days.

"An ambush!"

Jiang Feng gave a muffled grunt. Qi force burst beneath his feet, and he shot away like a cannonball.