Poverty Is Just One Word

Lu Ren nodded slightly. "I did just arrive not long ago, so I'm still not very familiar with this place."

The man kneading dough smiled. "I was just like you when I first came here. When I saw all this, I even thought that my millions of years of cultivation in the past had been an illusion, and that this place was reality. Celestial Immortals who had once stood high above all others were actually running businesses on Hanging Mountain like ordinary peddlers. I suppose this counts as a form of cultivation too."

As he spoke, the dough-kneading man sighed. "Back in their own worlds, they had all been overlords, stirring up storms and dominating the land. Yet after coming here, they became like ordinary people, having to struggle for the resources needed to survive. The energy particles in the air here are incredibly sluggish. Absorbing them is a laborious and unrewarding task, and the rules are extremely rigid.

Even Celestial Immortal experts are limited to a certain level of power when fighting to the death here. It is nothing like their own worlds, where the stars tremble with every movement, where stars fall and blazing suns are extinguished beneath the sweep of divine abilities. Their great power could nearly reshape a world and create another cosmos."

After tossing the dough in his hands into a bronze pot that was clearly a Dao Artifact for fermentation, the man rubbed his hands together. "Once you get here, all strange phenomena become like dreams and illusions. That alone would be fine, since the power within your body remains, and you can still unleash your peak strength.

But with so many Celestial Immortal cultivators of the same level gathered here, no matter how lofty your ambitions are, your mindset will change."

"Oh, right,