Only Immortal Kings could touch upon the Time Dao, and even they could grasp only a little. Not even True Immortals could do so, for their lifespans were still limited. Their usual claims of endless, undying life relied on the power of the Immortal Realm Laws and the absorption of immortal qi of longevity, which granted them immeasurable lifespans.
But once they entered the River of Time and faced the scouring of hundreds of millions of years, they would age all the same.
Only an Immortal King's primordial spirit was undying, enduring the passage of time, Imperishable Through Ten Thousand Tribulations. Even in the Age of Severed Spirits, it remained unaffected.
What made the red dust immortal dao fruit so special was precisely this essence of an Immortal King: it allowed one to leave the shelter of the great universe and exist independently beyond the myriad heavens.
If the universe were likened to a cradle, all living beings were newborn nascent souls, while a Great Emperor of the Human Dao was a naughty child, throwing his weight around at home. Pampered by the Heavenly Heart Imprint, he could do anything, yet outside, he could not stand on his own.
True Immortals were youths, already qualified to step out of their homes and venture into the Sea of Realms. Yet they could not leave the shelter of their Mother Realm for long; after all their wandering, they would eventually have to return.
Red Dust Immortals were adults, capable of withstanding a measure of pressure, enduring the brutal beatings of the Sea of Realms, and truly standing on their own.
Immortal Kings had already established homes and careers. They could cleave heaven and earth within endless chaos, evolve universes into their own cultivation grounds deep within the Sea of Realms, and claim