Would this guy kill me, then mutilate my soul?
All right, that idea was too absurd.
Donghua Dijun glanced at Shen Bing and said, "Piaomiao Immortal Friend, my master spoke the truth. The energies in the Land of Primordial Chaos are violent. Without the cultivation of a Great Golden Immortal, you would not survive even a quarter of an hour. And the Land of Primordial Chaos is boundless. Finding a Great Luo Golden Immortal Remnant Soul there would be far harder than finding a needle in the ocean. With... with your cultivation, even millions of you would not be enough to die there."
Those words were unpleasant, but they were true. Donghua Dijun did not want Shen Bing to get himself killed for no good reason.
Shen Bing remained firm. "Celestial Venerable, Dijun, there is no need to persuade me. I must go to the Primordial Chaos World. I believe an immortal needs something to strive for in life, doesn't he? Otherwise, if he spends every day muddling along, how is he any different from an ant? Even if I perish and my cultivation is destroyed in pursuit of that goal, then that is simply my fate."
"You... why are you so stubborn?" Donghua Dijun grumbled, frustrated that Shen Bing refused to listen.
Shen Bing smiled without answering.
Lord Lao, however, grew even more interested in Shen Bing. Smiling, he said, "Piaomiao Immortal Friend, your spirit is truly admirable. The immortals of the Immortal Realm lack precisely this quality. Especially since the Six Paths of Reincarnation closed, everyone in the Heaven Realm, Demon Realm, and Devil Realm has become terribly protective of their lives, leaving this world stagnant and lifeless."
"You flatter me, Heavenly Venerable. I merely spoke my true feelings."
There was nothing wrong with that statement. He really