In the distance.
Chen Xun merely glanced over, then remarked with a sigh, "Old Bull, Little Scarlet, I have to say, the beings of the Immortal Realm really are powerful. At just fifteen years old, they can already engage Spirit Transformation Realm beings in a battle of flesh."
Having traveled through many lands.
He had never seen a being of the Primordial Human Race. It seemed such a frail race had long since been eliminated by the Immortal Realm. There were no so-called mortal spirits either; even the Giant Spirit Clan could cultivate without Spiritual Roots and comprehend the Fleshly Great Dao.
Black Bull snorted softly and slowly nodded.
Such a thing would have been unimaginable in the former Three Thousand Great Worlds. Cultivating too quickly meant one could not withstand the impact of a soaring realm. Not even the prodigies of a Great World could do so, yet such extraordinary things were utterly ordinary in the Immortal Realm.
The foundations of Immortal Realm beings were simply too powerful.
It could be said that what these Immortal Realm beings lacked was an Immortal Dao method—a way to forge a Dao Path suited to themselves.
The first ten thousand years after the Immortal Realm opened heaven and earth had been exceptionally brutal. Most Innate Beings suffered cultivation deviation, falling into all manner of death traps and dying in countless different ways. Some drank themselves to death, some were crushed to death while moving mountains, and so on.
Now, after generation upon generation had perished.
Those Immortal Realm beings who had survived until now all possessed a skill to rely upon. They formed tribes, races, sects, factions, and the like, seeking the Great Dao together.
They felt this especially clearly in the Misty Wild River.
Over ten years.
Quite a few tribes