Somewhere on Jade Bamboo Continent.
Sikong Yi stared wide-eyed at the 'Immortal Flow Pulp' streaming down from the Heavenly Gate, his deep voice rumbling across the land. "The Immortal Realm truly holds endless opportunities!"
His aura was as majestic as a mountain. Though his years of wandering the Immortal Realm had brought ten thousand trials and hardships, the growth in his cultivation was equally plain to see.
What Sikong Yi feared most was enduring countless hardships only to achieve nothing, ending up like the ancient legend he had heard in the lower realm—a mighty expert of a Domain who, even as he passed away, still believed his realm had been insufficient to ascend to the Immortal Realm.
"Such a heaven-and-earth upheaval is beyond even my grasp after waking from sleep... Perilous."
Not far from Sikong Yi stood a village. Outside it, a young man of the Ancient Saint Clan shook his head and sighed.
Sikong Yi's gaze was profound as he looked at the man, seeming to say: Young friend, do not overthink it.
Sikong Yi had in fact come here often over the years. The village in this wilderness was somewhat special; it simply felt extraordinarily auspicious. No matter what danger arose, it seemed unable to encroach upon this place. Legend had it that an Immortal Realm mighty expert had personally founded this village.
He held this place in utmost reverence. Whenever he meditated or cultivated, he would stay not far outside the village.
Ever since Sikong Yi had left the mine, he had traveled northward, encountering wondrous sights and illusions along the way that he could not resist.
He was then swept into an uninhabited land, cultivating on his own as he traveled. In any case, he had long believed himself to be outside the Five Aggregates Immortal