"Old Qing, you want to ask what realm the Other Shore is again, don't you?"
Lin Xian smiled. "The Other Shore is the realm beyond the Sea of Bitterness. About the same as me."
The Azure Emperor gave him a sidelong look, his expression subtle, as though saying, Do you really think I believe that?
He had heard of people becoming saints by cultivating a single secret realm, but never of anyone attaining Immortal Emperorhood by cultivating only the Wheel of the Sea Secret Realm.
"Other Shore Practitioners transcend the Sea of Bitterness, standing far above it, untouched by the mortal world and beyond causality." Lin Xian rose and walked on, speaking to himself. "I haven't quite reached the shore yet, but as an Immortal Emperor, my divine powers defy imagination. This Sea of Bitterness can no longer drown me. It only comes up to my waist. The mortal worlds are puddles; I can step over them just by lifting my legs."
"If you insist on drawing a comparison, then I'm on the Outer Path Other Shore-neither on this shore nor the other, nor in midstream."
The Azure Emperor was speechless. He tried to follow, only to discover that he could no longer move. Without his noticing, he had already entered the stage of Immortal Realm Evolution.
The Desolate Pagoda thundered, its divine spirit unleashed its might, and Wan Qing was suppressed for eternity.
Lin Xian followed the current all the way downstream, finally reaching his original starting point, the place where the dream began.
A bronze coffin descended from the heavens, nine dragons looming ferociously!
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