Beelzebub remembered more and more.
According to her, there had been no immortals in the beginning. The primordial civilization of the Heavenly Court had only cultivators, and the supernatural path they followed was cultivation—a path passed down by the great gods of the Heavenly Court's primordial civilization. Back then, all supernatural beings were collectively called cultivators. At the pinnacle, they would reverse the innate, transform from human into god, and embark on the path of the great gods.
There were no immortals then. The First Immortal was the very first immortal, and only after Him did immortals come to exist.
"The power of immortals involves the union of the body, mental consciousness, and soul true spirit. Every immortal displays completely different powers, and those powers transcend the most basic supernatural logic..."
Amid the torrential rain and the crackling endless sea of lightning, Wu Pifu dug out a sloping underground burrow with his bare hands. He, the three little animals, and the potted Golden Tree sheltered inside. Beelzebub seemed to have been stimulated by something and began pouring out her memories without pause.
"...For the first time, the power of the soul was displayed before all life. Before that, every supernatural path involved only the physical body and mental consciousness. Only after the First Immortal did all life learn how terrifying the power of the soul true spirit was. It simply defied reason..."
Beelzebub seemed to be trembling. Although it was rather strange for a fly to tremble, the fear she exuded truly infected those around her.
"...I know this may sound strange, but the supernatural also follows logic, reason, and a certain balance. Take your National Arts, Human Immortal Martial Arts, or any other supernatural power. If you slash someone, they are injured. If you kill them, they die. Strength