A Miserable World, a Miserable Immortal Path

No one was truly anxious. While inside the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda, each of them had already consumed a Taiwei Purple Immortal Fruit.

Everything was proceeding according to plan. To set out on such a grand journey, they had long since made every possible mental preparation and laid extensive plans.

Chen Xun smiled and nodded, leading everyone into the manor. Inside stretched a vast lawn, and Chen Xun and Black Bull were quite familiar with this grass—it was the Dust-Clearing Grass from Garbage Island!

His expression changed slightly, though it vanished in an instant. The scenery here was pleasant, the lawn dotted with all manner of exotic flowers and strange plants, dazzlingly colorful and radiating brilliant light.

At the center of the lawn stood an exquisite building, with upturned eaves and glazed tiles, carved beams and painted rafters, exuding a rich classical air.

Beside it flowed a crystal-clear stream. Its waters descended from distant mountain ranges, then slowly flowed beyond Spirit Realm Manor. A few weak flying creatures also passed through the skies overhead.

Beyond the broad lawn lay vast mountain ranges, powerful auras emanating from every corner. These were the cave abodes of the Immortal Prison creatures.

Ancient trees towered all around, their crowns lush and their branches swaying gently, filling the place with peace and tranquility.

Black Bull gave a soft moo and flopped directly onto the grass. Fatigue still lingered in its eyes. Then, without meaning to, it let out a fart, black smoke slowly drifting out from behind it.

Chen Xun raised a brow and looked at those still introducing the place nearby. "You chose this Spirit Realm Manor well. Hurry and go stabilize your realms. Old Bull and I need to enter seclusion to recover from our injuries as well."

"Yes, sir!"

They cupped their hands and