[The Foundation of Legend, the Other Self of This World]

Whether it was the True Immortal Dao Fruit in the narrow sense of the Shrouding the Heavens Universe, or a Dharma Body Human Immortal ranked among the immortals of the Lifetime Universe, both represented a leap in the level of life itself, touching upon the Dao.

"Regrowing flesh, moving mountains, overturning seas—those are merely spells, not the Great Dao." Lin Xian said leisurely, "I am nothing more than an ordinary mortal who knows a few divine abilities and Daoist arts."

An ordinary mortal?

The Daoists on Mount Longhu twitched at the corners of their mouths and stole glances at Zhang Zhiwei, unable to stop themselves from grumbling inwardly. Why do all you venerable immortals insist on competing with us to be mortals?

If being reborn and regrowing flesh still qualified someone as an ordinary mortal, then what were genuine mortals like them, who drew talismans and cultivated qi?

Street performers singing and doing tricks? Or clowns amusing themselves!

"A lofty mountain we can only gaze up at, a lofty mountain we can only gaze up at..."

Despite Lin Xian's denial, Tian Jizhong remained utterly overwhelmed, repeating that phrase over and over. In his eyes, Lin Xian was no different from an immortal.

Not only had his limbs returned, but his meridians had also been reforged, allowing him to cultivate again. To a cultivator, this was the grace of being given a second life.

"I have no way to repay such immense kindness. I can only offer this small token of my gratitude."

"Please take the seat of honor, True Lord. Rongshan, serve our finest tea."

For the first time in decades, Tian Jizhong stood on his own feet and regained control of his body. He could not help personally attending to their guest, inviting Lin Xian through the main gate