In an open clearing.
Among the only few remaining trees, several figures darted back and forth.
"Come on, everyone, keep at it."
Song Ren wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the others with a smile.
"Sure thing. I should be able to chop down that tree today."
A relatively young man laughed heartily, looking extremely happy as he responded.
"Old Sun, you're really quick with your hands. Never would've guessed it."
"Ah, didn't you just chop down a tree yourself? Around here, the number of trees you've cut should rank among the top few."
"Yeah, you'll probably get out before the rest of us."
A middle-aged man dressed in tattered robes looked at the man who had just spoken and said enviously.
Just four years ago, he had been in some remote corner of the forest, utterly lost.
He had thought he would never leave this forest for the rest of his life.
But later, he met Song Ren.
Song Ren changed his life.
The Immortal Realm!
And it was the back garden of some mighty expert.
Coming here was no different from walking naked into death, wasn't it?
Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Song was there and told him the conditions for getting out.
Wasn't it just chopping down trees?
As long as he did not exhaust his lifespan and die here, then chopping trees it was.
So, with Song Ren's help, he finally settled down somewhere nearby.
At least this place had other people around.
"What do you think the Upper Realm is like?"
"Yeah. This place alone holds so many profound mysteries. I simply can't imagine how prosperous the Upper Realm must be."
"By the way, what are your worlds like?"
Some people who were tired from chopping trees leaned against the side, chatting cheerfully.
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