On the road.
"Second Brother, aren't we drawing a little too much attention?" A woman suddenly spoke, her expression composed. "Though we have yet to reach Master's state of returning to simplicity, we have already restrained our auras to the utmost."
"Little Sister, that isn't it."
The man at the front slowly turned his head and raised a hand to point around them. "Now, storm clouds gather over the great immortal cities of Boundless. Countless stride like dragons and tigers, while those with immortal grace are as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river. The reason we stand out like this is likely because we are Human Race."
All along the way, the faint phenomena surrounding them had been utterly unimpressive beside those ostentatious geniuses of the Immortal Realm.
"I once searched the sect's ancient records. A great number of Human Race newborns in the Three Thousand Immortal Domains die young... They are said to be the Immortal Realm's sole race without Heaven's blessings. It seems these strange gazes are because of that."
Someone else added, knowing little of the Human Race's great powers in the other Immortal Domains.
"Mm."
At those words, the gazes of many grew somewhat deeper.
They quickened their pace and gradually disappeared into the tide of countless races within the immortal city.
Read ten thousand volumes, travel ten thousand miles—the two complemented one another. This was precisely why they had descended to the lower realm.
One month later.
Human Ancestor Domain.
Dawn broke, starlight faded, and the ancient land slowly emerged.
This had once been the most revered place in the Immortal Realm countless tens of thousands of years ago. The Human Race of the Great World had risen here. With a single word, the ancient Human Emperors established a hundred dynasties. Even now,