Greenleaf Golden Immortal's face was beyond pale. It was utterly bloodless, his hands and feet were icy, and even his soul was trembling!
Five Immortal Kings?
What kind of realm was an Immortal King?
Azurewood Immortal Lord had only just entered the Immortal Lord Realm, yet he ruled an entire vast Immortal Domain!
Above that, he had heard that the leader of the Ascender Alliance was an Immortal Venerable, powerful beyond belief!
Immortal Kings...
Weren't they supposed to be legends?
Su Bai had surpassed Immortal Kings?
His disciples were Half-Step Immortal Kings?
Immortal Venerables numbered in the tens of thousands?
Tens of thousands of... Immortal Venerables?
Not True Immortals or Profound Immortals?
Then how many Immortal Lords were there?
A million?
Ten million?
What about Golden Immortals?
Over a hundred million?
And he had just been thinking of destroying their sect?
Seizing everything they had built?
This wasn't revenge. He had a death wish!
No, he was an ant sticking out a leg to trip a primordial beast!
A fear and sense of absurdity unlike anything he had ever known overwhelmed him.
Ten thousand years of hiding and bitter cultivation, the mastery he had believed he'd achieved—before this resplendent New Immortal Realm, it was all a complete and utter joke!!
He was like an ant that had slept underground for ten thousand years, only to wake and find the world had become a sky where dragons soared!
And his paltry strength wasn't even enough to fill a gap between a dragon's teeth.
"N-no, it's nothing. Thank you for telling me, fellow cultivator."
Greenleaf Ancestor's voice was dry. He forced out a smile uglier than a grimace and turned to slip away.
All he wanted now was to return to that cold cave abode and bury himself again, preferably for